Title:Headlines 1
Series: Headlines (original)
Genre: Narrative/Creepy
Rating: G
Notes: I love creepy stuff. This rolled around in my head for a while before I wrote it. Originally written in late June, 07.



My mother was a cheerleader, and my father was a cosmetic surgeon. He divorced her after I was born because she drank when she was pregnant with me.

I was born ugly, misshapen, twisted and crippled. My father took one look at me and left the room in a panic. He knew what my future held in store for me.

My father loved me. Every few months he would take me to work and give me little pink candies, and when I woke up I'd be dressed up as a mummy. He'd keep giving me candies and eventually would take the bandages off and take a picture. He kept the pictures in a scrapbook.

He said I would be his life's work, his masterpiece.

When I was eight, he took us and moved to a new town, where we didn't know anyone, and put me in regular school. He gave me the best tutors money could buy. I tried real hard, but I still couldn't understand a lot of what they said. But he said that it wouldn't matter, because his masterpiece was complete, and I was his beautiful little girl, who would never have to suffer and would marry rich and live happily ever after.

I hated the girls in the special ed program, because they were so ugly and poor. But I knew that I wasn't any smarter than them.

Then one day, I found my father's scrapbook when he was at work. I saw the pictures from when I was a baby, and the notes, and the pictures of each surgery. I saw where he took the surgical hammer and smashed my bones, my skull, my face, coaxing them into a pretty arrangement, until I looked just like the little girls in the movies.

My father loved me so much that he smashed me to pieces and put me back together. But I couldn't love myself, because I knew that deep inside, I was still ugly.

The river is so cold today.

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