They Broke Her, I Broke Them

still in a hospital bed, her pale face a

llingly, thick bandages covered her wrist

k by the relentless, sophisticated cruelty of Bri

lete with smirks and chilling taunts, twisted

lpless, their attempts to rid us of the tor

gly inadequate: a dismissive "warning" for minors, prioritizin

livia's locker room torment, her clothes torn and her pleas moc

ered that she was "so weak," her

re, for driving my twin to attempt suicide,

ory instinct I had suppressed for years fo

oothing this other side, but now, s

that would redefine everything

Peterson – but they had no ide

reak them in return, and the Peterson fa