Skin deep

Short skirt bubblegum blonde. High school sweetheart type, but none of the starry-eyed boys following her could save her that night. She should have been more careful. Just because the road is clear doesn't mean you won't get hurt. She shouldn't have had alcohol on her breath. The average white bread high school mourned her the next day. But she hadn't died. The idol was only in the hospital. Her boyfriend missed her the most. He remembered how she felt outside. Smooth skin, whole body firm, yet soft. Silky hair. Warm lips. Curves. The doctor saw it differently.

She was splayed out on the operating table. She was no longer warm, no longer smooth. Her curves were cut. Her skin was torn apart. And she was stained red. Her body wasn't perfect, her body was no more. The doctor felt her through latex gloves. Her innards felt limp, wet, loosing life. She felt like she was dying.

When she came back to school, the teenage princess was looked at. Until she realized that she was being looked through. Now a nobody with no body. Beauty is only skin deep. All you can feel under that skin is flesh and blood.