Mirage’s P.O.V
I sat in front of the vanity, untangling my wet hair from the mess it had turned into. I had noticed a hair dryer inside the bathroom earlier, while I had been showering, but I wanted to wait until my hair was straight again before I used that piece of machinery.
Something was wrong with me…and I think it was why my memories were scrambled.
When I had taken my clothes off to shower…I had immediately noticed the bruises. They stood out like a sore thumb and they were all over my body.
It didn’t leave much for the imagination. I had been captured and I had been tortured viciously; that much was immediately apparent. But for how long? Some of the bruises were old, but not all of them. I didn’t want to believe it…what else could have happened to me. So I’d rather keep denyin
