Sequel to: Her wish was granted: to be human. To be more than a doll and plastic parts. Suddenly she was flesh and blood, laughter and guilt.
It didn't take long for the wrong people to notice her. Something so pristine, untouched, unspoiled, there was something so unhuman in her new found humanity. They took her in and started the tests. She appeared to be perfect, her cells showed no signs of age, they thought she could be the cure, the cure for humanity. She didn't speak of her past life, though it was written on her arm; in a tattoo which used to be a Makers Mark printed inside her hollow arm. They never could explain it. They used her for years, her 'childhood' spent in a cell. Her freedom won from the strangest of places, when they had exhausted all the tests, when they realise she was just human after all. They dump her outside. Discarded for being only human.
Abandoned but free. Her humanity is a blessing and a curse... what will she do now?
After note: Her wound is self inflicted, hoping to rid herself of the mark that she's different, she takes the physical pain to try and remove the emotional pain...