That’s the last thing you hear before everything goes black. They’ll find you in the morning, a parent or a sibling, cut from ear to ear. Some of them are found with their stomachs cut open and gutted like a fish. The cuts are sometimes clean, like from a blade, but sometimes they’re ragged and messy, as if a hungry animal got it’s claws in you. But don’t worry. You’ll still be smiling, after all. Smiling pretty. Just like her. “Where do you think you’re going you fucking freak?” “Did you not hear me?” “She’s probably retarded.” “Don’t touch me.” “Are you seriously challenging me, whore?” “H-How?”