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I watch as the water runs down. I stare at it. I take a breath.

"Aw shit." I say.

I step into the shower. My scars were all over me, including my arms and legs, even neck. My father was always a dict. I start moving the water around me. I take the soap and a small towel. I start scrubbing it over my scars. I had the radio playing the very one Mother got me. 

"Fuck you." A voice echoes in my head.

The voice of my father rings in my ears. I start to have flashbacks of all his shit. I remember how he beat her. How he beat me.

"You're a stupid asshole." He yells.

I can feel his arms and hands still punching me. I feel my cheek. Even though the scar has healed, I can still feel the blade. Tears started to slide down my face. I grip my arms.

"Why do you always get in the way?!" 

"Fuck you!" 

"I'll fucking kill you!"

I grip my head. Tears kept sliding down. The radio turns off. 

"Master..." My shadow says hugging my head. 

I let out a breath. 

"I can't do this." I say. 

My shadow rubs his hands around my back with soap.

"Yes, you can." He says.

He transforms into Angel cheering. I look at him.

"You're right. I should do it for him." I say washing myself. 


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