[A/N]: I just thought of this the other day, after reading Wintergirls I based it loosely on one of the chapters, so that's why it might look familliar.
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Prologue
Everything hurts. Worms are gnawing on my cuts, through my joints, inside my horrid bones. I pick up my knitting needles.
I could.
If I really wanted to, right now, this minute, I could stab myself in a vein. They’re easy enough to see. Then I could walk out into a blizzard and lie down in the snow and bleed out. Hypothermia and blood loss is like going to sleep, like pricking my finger on a thorn.
I could. . .

