Emily
The knife came down more than once.
“This is what you get for being too pretty,” Anna screamed.
The silver blade caught the light an instant before it bit into my cheek. She dragged it down, tearing through my skin.
“Ah!” I shrieked, the sound echoing off the walls as a wave of hot blood gushed down my neck. “Please! Please stop!”
But no one moved. Josh sat in his seat, staring at the floor. My father turned his face away. Nobody stopped her. Anna didn’t quit until her arm was tired and she was satisfied with the ruin she had made of me.
“Now!” she panted, wiping the blade on her silk dress. “You look much more adorable like this.”
I curled into a ball on the floor, screaming as my face burned as if it were on fire.
“Must you do that?” Father’s voice was flat, totally empty o
