I dressed myself in the clothes that Elijah had brought me, covering the marks that littered my body. I hated my skin, I hated the faded white marks that I still saw when I covered my skin. I don’t know why I hated them…maybe because I couldn’t remember why they were so important, or maybe I felt like they would become pointless.
I slid on the flats that had been resting at the foot of the bed and then I left the room, running into a waiting Elijah.
“Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded, jolting my head and making my headache alight. I winced. “Are you alright?”
“Fine.” I said. His hand slipped into mine, and my head ached dulled momentarily. We made it back to his car, and we left.
“I really am sorry about taking you back, I am sure that is the last place you want to be.” He said, his t
