"A few marks?" She scoffed. "A few marks?" She shouted a little louder. "I was going to be a ballerina. Tuck, I got accepted to the Royal Ballet School when I was eleven. I was… I am amazing. But these few marks?" They had ruined everything. They had ruined her life. Her whole life. She was broken and destroyed. Everything. Every piece of her life was affected by a few marks. She couldn't date anyone. She couldn't even trust her friends. The nightmares had mostly stopped, that was a positive. 

She growled at him. "What you see now? I don't know what you see." She couldn't see what he saw. She hadn't looked at herself in the mirror in a long time if she could help it. Passing glances in girls restroom were all she needed to know she didn't want to face it. It had been over two years, but she still felt like it was someone else's face, that she was trapped in the wrong skin. "Its not just my face that's broken, its everything, and you're just a dick. You're a stupid, mean, horrible bitch. Stop it. Stop lying, it… it hurts. When you lie, when people… when I hurt, Tucker." She wanted to cry, and she didn't like crying. She was through crying, she'd done far too much of it, so instead she got angry, again. "And if you don't stop, I'm going to make you hurt, and I don't want to hurt you."