[It sounds like she was weak, to Abigail. She can't imagine being weak enough to kill herself, not anymore. There was a time - but she moved past it, she thinks; she's stronger now, she thinks.]

[She pulls the blanket down and exposes her throat, the scar on it, the empty space where her ear used to be.]

My dad did this to me. [Gesturing to the scar on her neck.] My other - somebody else, somebody I knew and trusted, did this to me. [Showing the space where her ear was.]

I don't want to kill myself. I want to wear my scars.