The girl

To know what the thing inside her wants from her new companion. To know what it's like for the people in the basement while living upstairs. To know the feeling of another person's flesh. To know what lies beneath the layers of other people and compare it to the decaying thing she saw in her eyes every morning at the mirror. To live even if it means dying first.This is the awful longing in Lucille D'avencourt's heart.