"I haven't deprived myself of everything," she replied. The saline didn't hurt so bad. Actually, a lot of her senses were starting to become dulled and fuzzy. "You're probably right about the rib. I breathe a lot, so I've gotten pretty good at it. But it's a little hard to do right now."
Celeste looked up at the ceiling of the office. "The truth is, my family raised me to believe that the end times were near. You know, due to all the sinning? And I believe them. But then something happened when I was thirteen..."
She winced. Never mind about the dulled senses, she could feel the antiseptic now. "And I decided I didn't. Believe any of it. I ran away a few times, but I always came back. Ran out of money. Didn't have friends."