She screamed as the water came pouring down her face. She screamed but no sound came out. No, it wasn't drowned by the water pouring from the shower head; its force unable to mask anything but her tears, which came pouring down now, uncontrollably.
She screamed but no sound would come out, just the echoes in her mind. She felt her stomach constrict, not out of pain, but out of the realisation of what they did to her.
See, something had been taken away from her without her permission. She had no say in this theft of a part of her body. She wasn't even aware enough to even have a say. She had been just a child, you see.
As the realisation dawned on her, she screamed and the tears felt hot against her cheek for that afternoon, she mourned. She mourned the mutilation against her body. She mourned the loss of this part of her that she didn't even know, but was taken away from her before she could.
This part that she will never know now.
How do you miss a part of yourself you never knew existed?