But things have changed
I sit in the shower for almost 30 minutes. Most of the time I was hypnotized by the steam, the lies and flashbacks of tonight. Then I started crying and spent the rest of the time sitting in the shower while the water ran, letting the water drown me.
I wasn’t able to reflect too much, I kept wanting to scrub the dirt of tonight, off of me. The dirt Ryan had planted in me, but nothing worked.
Eventually I get out confused of myself again, especially when I look in the mirror and see the bruises and scratches the hot water made more prevalent. However, once I got dressed my shoulders, once again felt lighter, and I was able to know the person before this event. A fragile girl in love with a secret, still in mourn of her dead mother. Too many thoughts.
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