Otter Creek innocent iii

He hears me.

Her voice was a thin whisper, her throat raw and aching. Anathema kept her face pressed against her legs, still trembling. He just doesn't care. Because there's something wrong with me. Nobody wants me. Not even Him, God didn't love girls like her. God loved girls like Dinah, perfect girls born to beauty and light and love. Ana had never truly known the place of her birth, and still she could not escape it. It was part of her. Black waters in her veins. She was so cold.