CALISTA'S P. O. V
I stood under the shower like it could wash away the blood from my skin.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Matteo's maggot-covered corpse beneath me. His eyes, or the place that used to be his eyes, were empty, bleeding, and hollow from where I had stabbed him over and over
“I killed a man” I whispered, barely hearing myself over the hiss of the water. “Calista, you killed a man”
Ten days ago.
It's been ten whole days since I killed Matteo. I'm not myself anymore; I don't recognize the reflection in the shower glass.
I'm different.
Steam curled around me, wrapping my skin while the hot water ran in rivulets down my back, over my wrists, my thighs, places where I still felt dirty no matter how many times I scrubbed, no matter how many times I bathed.
I hadn't cr
