Katsumi was huddled in the bathroom with her food, thinking over the life choices she'd made that led to her eating strawberries next to a filthy school toilet.
She was recovered. The Doctor said so, the nurses said so, her therapist said so and her parents believed it. Katsumi WANTED to believe it but even though she'd lived this life since she was young, she knew the differences between her and a healthy, normal human. 
Normal humans didn't hide like anxious animals with their food so no one would see them and spit on them. 
How she wanted to be a normal girl, a real girl. She was like Pinocchio, stuck in a limbo of feeling and breathing without really living.
But Pinnochio, he had a shot. Pinnochio had had a chance. There was no fairy godmother to wave a wand a fix her wooden heart. And so Katsumi would put more food into this body she knew was an empty shell, more food and more food, in the hope that her brittle bones wouldn't be destroyed by termites before their time.

Shouldering her book bag of lead onto her shoulder of sand, the wooden girl shook off the thoughts weighing her down further and stepped out of the bathroom. She threw out the remains of her medicinal feast and headed outside. Maybe the sunlight would seep through her skin and lighten up the darkest insides of her. 

The trees were welcoming arms reaching for her and she rested under the largest embrace she could find, shielding her eyes from the harsh, uncovered sun. There were two boys chatting in the distance. She whispered a quiet prayer to whoever would listen that the tree would fold her into itself and no one would see her again.