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Creepy

This is the kind of thing I should look out for; crying without reason, making a spectacle of myself. I feel it's a spectacle, even though no one is watching. You're Dead, Cordelia. No, I'm Not. Yes you are. You're Dead. Lie Down

Aged

I feel as if I'm pushing against something, a pressure on me, like opening the door against a snowstorm. Get me out of this, Cordelia. I'm locked in. I don't want to be nine years old forever.

Powerless

I have no image of myself in the hole, only a black square filled with nothing, a square like a door. Perhaps the square is empty, perhaps it's only a marker, a time marker that separates the time before from the time after. The point at which I lost power

Rats

Grace's hands are fists, her fatted chin trembling, her eyes pink and watery like a laboratory rabbit's. Is that a tear? I am aghast, and deeply satisfied. She is making a spectacle of herself, at last, and I am in control

Worry

I worry about what I've said today, the expression on my face, how I walk, what I wear, because all of these things need improvement. I am not normal, not like the other girls. Cordelia tells me so, but she will help me. Grace and Carol will help me too. It will take hard work and a long time.

Freely

They need me for this, and I no longer need them. I am indifferent to them. There's something hard in me, crystalline, a kernel of glass. I cross the street and continue along, eating my liquorice.

Angrily

She is wearing her snowsuit jacket, but she is not a child, she's the age she is now. She knows I have deserted her, and she is angry.

Together

There is the same shame, the same sick feeling in my body, the same knowledge of my wrongness, awkwardness, weakness; the same wish to be loved, the same loneliness, the same fear. But these are not my emotions any more. They are Cordelia's, as they always were.