AZALEA'S POV
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Is this what Bexley's perhaps feeling?
Cold, surrounded in darkness even though the bathroom light illuminates every corner of the space. But for her, I hope it's eternal darkness, alone in the abyss. I hope she can run for miles and miles, and there will be nothing but her own voice echoing around her.
I hope that all she has is herself.
A shiver morphs my skin into bumps, the hairs standing even though the water is steaming all around me. With every blink, the light seems to sting my eyes more and more. The water feels warm, yet not enough to make my own body's temperature rise.The coiling in my back draws spasms. The weight of watching my mom snap Bexley's neck has my shoulders slumping deeper into the water. Bexley's scream sits on my head like a bulldozer. The te
