Chapter 18

Water pours down in thousands of warm drops; they drop by my side as I lean against the cool tiled wall. The steamy waters sensations make my surroundings look like a foggy illusion, almost thick enough to the point where it is hard to breathe. My knees threaten to buckle.

My hair sticks to my face and neck like wet clothing as my hands glide down my cheeks.

"Everything is alright," I mumble to myself. "She was just a mean little girl who wanted to hurt you because she was...