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Faith 3

Faith

The first night was brutal. I researched every possible way to heal my scars, but nothing seemed to be accessible or damn near impossible. The only thing that I could find was the one thing I was afraid of.

Completing the mating bond

It would restore me, but as stubborn as I am, I couldn't allow Kai to see me like this if I couldn't stand to see myself in the mirror.

So I stripped down in front of the mirror in hopes that I would instantly accept my scars and move on, was shot to hell. I lasted all but ten seconds before I could feel a panic attack approaching.

I knew it was going to be hard, but I didn't anticipate it being this hard. One would think that something as simple as looking in a mirror would be the easiest thing. But it seemed to be the hardest.

I avoided the mirrors whenever I had to use the bathroom and I never left the room in the daytime or when everyone else was awake. I only went out at night to get some fresh air, but then, I still avoided people.

The only person I conversed with was the head doctor, Susan. She brought me my food and healing cream, plus she'd already seen my scars.

I tried to reason with myself about Kai already having seen my scars, hell, he rubbed the healing cream on them when they were open wounds.

But I couldn't; I just felt so... hideous.

As Wednesday approached, I damn near had a heart attack. I didn't have much time left and I still had avoided seeing my reflection.

The healing cream along with my wolf, my healing process was slow but sure. But the stubborn scars were clearly there to stay.

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Today was Thursday.

To say that I was beyond scared shitless was an absolute understatement. I contemplated running away... twice.

I knew this was the last day I had to get my shit together before he came back tomorrow and I made minimal progress.

A complete failure

I sighed, swinging my legs out of bed as I made my way to the bathroom through the darkness. Flicking on the light and turning it dim, I made my way over to the shower. I forced myself to watch my hands as I washed my body, I found it rather easy due to my body being covered in soap. But when it came time to rinse off, my eyes flickered up to the wall in front of me.

Frustrated, I turned the water off and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around my body tightly, I walked over to the sink to grab my comb to work through my tangled wet hair. Instead of turning my back to the mirror, I planted my feet in front of the sink. My eyes slowly lifted to the mirror, pleased to see that at least my face was still my own.

My brown eyes were dull, almost lifeless. My eyes never ventured off from my face as I quickly worked through the knots. I'd occasionally catch a glimpse of the marks on my arms, but that I was used to seeing. Proud of this small accomplishment, I made my way back into the room to find breakfast and the healing cream waiting for me.

I walked into the closet to find clothes for the day. Before I could make it to the back where my undergarments were, I reached for one of Kai's long sleeve shirts that I wore almost every day. I don't think I wore a single item of clothing he'd bought for me besides the underwear and leggings. Putting on the clothes, I made my way back into the room to eat and apply the cream.

Instead of placing my empty plate outside the door like I normally would, I made it my mission to take it down by myself. I was apparently in a trying mood today. I had to, it was my last day alone, and soon, Kai would be back and I had to quickly learn to accept it.