BENITA

I wept uncontrollably for days, unable to bear the sight of myself. I felt like I was losing my identity, my sense of self shattered by the changes that had been made to my body. I longed for the familiarity of my old face, the comfort of being myself.

But it was gone, replaced by this... this strange, scary look. A new me that I didn't recognise, didn't want.

I picked up a scissors on the nurse's tray, and pointed it towards my neck, It was the end for me; every single thing ...