Sighing, Lotus closes her eyes, suddenly very tired and tries to collect her thoughts, to make sure that they understand how this is real for her in so many ways.
This teenage girl tries to explain to the newspaper men how she begged for just a chance to show directors what she could do but they refused to listen, they just couldn’t see past her cursed knees.
She shakes her head.
‘I couldn’t stand it any longer. They were too pretty. I was tired of having my legs filmed by directors who couldn’t even see my face.’
She pauses, then speaks in a voice so low that her small audience has to lean in to hear:
‘Those scars are my salvation. If they do anything to make them less ugly, I don’t want to live…I hope they’re scarred beyond recovery.
If they want to take me now, they will have to take my face.’




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