Jan 31
Girl with various mismatched cybernetic and mechanical prosthesis replacing most of her body.
People would look at her in an odd way, "but you're already beautiful, why are you doing this to yourself?" is what they'd ask. She was beautiful, for a person. She was never a person.
Clamouring at anything to make her less human. Anything to replace the writhing flesh and mottled skin that once adorned her. The skin that tore, the muscles that failed her, the bones that ached until it was all she felt.
She does not know what she is, she does not know if she ever will. But what she does know is that if she keeps trying to maintain this facade of personhood, she will never be happy.
