"And who could ever love the fucked up little girl?" Daisy asked as she looked over at Dexter. The girl stood, lightly playing with the ends of her hair. She was half naked with only her lingerie on, her body was covered in scars from her wrists to her knees. She cocked her head to the side and giggled once more before Dexter walked over to her and examined the scars all over her.
Bewildered, he couldn't believe that a girl that was so quiet could simply do this to herself, slash herself over and over. It didn't make sense to him and maybe he didn't want to make sense of it because he didn't want to break down at the thought of her taking an