Stephanie's POV:
The cold water cascaded from the showerhead, striking my scalp before trailing down my body. Each droplet seemed to carry away a fragment of the turmoil bubbling inside me.
I closed my eyes, letting the icy stream numb my thoughts, but when it touched the wound on my ankle, I flinched. Pain shot through me. I glanced down, noticing the streaks of blood swirling into the drain, disappearing as if they had never existed.
I exhaled shakily, raising my gaze to the foggy mirror in front of me. My reflection stared back: messy hair plastered to my face, eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion. I wiped the steam off the glass with the back of my hand, revealing more of myself, as if trying to confront the person I had become.
“I need to focus,” I muttered, my voice barely audible ove
