"That's not even the worst part," Cosette choked up, drawing herself to a sitting position. At first glance, she was truly a pathetic sight. Tears had made visible tracks down her porcelain cheeks, flushed with crimson. Her cobalt eyes were vermillion-rimmed and puffy, continuing to brim with the salted liquid. Her bottom lip trembled, cracked as it was from her biting down on it. Her hands shook as she clenched them together, wringing them into her school shirt. Across one shoulder and down her back was a rust stain that continued to seep fresh blood sluggishly.