Two Paragraphs on The Quiet Girl

Bad girls are never sober, and if they are, they must really be good girls. She must have dove off the edge when she first got here because now she's been drowned and looks at me through washed-up eyes during class. I wonder what terrible thing must have happened to her that made her so shy. But it isn't a lost answer, the female anatomy is a commodity. If nothing else happened, that must have been it. 

"Who knows let's see" guides her nights and days. It's all she can do now that she's had her meeting with death, you can still see the underworld around her eyes. Sunken and black. Once you get a glimpse you lose yourself, I imagine. If she wasn't destroyed for the rest of her life I'm sure she was never human to begin with.