don't trust me

"But I don't want to go!" Em screamed at the porcelain girl in the corner of her mind. "I am happy where I am. I am me, I am loved, I am..." Her thoughts trailed off as she studied the pale face that haunted her. Every feature was striking. Her pale, blonde hair seemed to sparkle like a fresh coat of snow on a cool, winter morning. It framed her thin face, highlighting her emerald green eyes and her high cheek bones, which were naturally flushed. The curls cascaded down her back, hiding the protruding blades and exposed spine. The white dress she wore hung loosely on her small frame. As a breeze passed, it danced around her like a blizzard. She was the most beautiful storm imaginable. Her chest was not flat, but dainty. Her stomach was concave and her legs like matchsticks. She was fragile, breakable, the kind of girl who won protection without having to blink. One smile from her and Em was lost in a whirlwind of possibilities. Her focus was shattered by the brisk blizzard breezes, and she could no longer resist.

"Are you?" whispered the porcelain princess through her cherry red lips. Her white smile was seductive and sickening. It felt like waking up prostrate on an operating table, exposed and nauseous in the blinding light.

It all happened so quickly. The blizzard grew stronger and skeleton fingers gripped Em's wrists. "No."