"Emmett?" Jackson called me, softly knocking on the bathroom door.
I stood in front of the mirror for a second, looking at the bruises on my arms. I want to believe that I did this to myself, but at the same, I feel like someone was really in my room.
Either I really an episode or I'm just going crazy. Jackson said that there wasn't anyone.
Maybe there wasn't.
"Baby?" I blinked, snapping out of my endless haunting thoughts.
"Yeah, one second," I said putting on the shorts. I must have stood in front of the mirror, butt naked for too long, and I haven't showered yet.
I unlocked the door and opened it for Jackson. His eyes swept over my torso before looking up at me.
"Can we talk?" He said, avoiding my eyes. That instantly got me worried.
"Uh, yeah, of course," I said quietly
