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I woke up in a numb, insensible daze trying to remember why I was sleeping in a dress. Everything that happened came rushing back. The dread that had filled me from last night creeped back up in my stomach but I pushed it back down. It was better to treat the incident robotically, I didn't have much time to worry about it. Especially when I looked down to see I wasn't in my bed but another.
I looked around the familiar dark exteriors, furniture, and color I had grown accustomed to. I fell back into the pillows, mentally exhausted. I distinctly remember passing out after the incident, Elias holding me in his arms.
I peeled the torn dress off of my body, getting rid of my undergarments and throwing them onto the floor. After what had happened while I was wearing that dress, I doubted I was ever going to wear anything such as ever again. I didn't really care what I wore anymore, even if the occasion was important. I felt numb to it all, feeling unemotional. I ran out of tears to cry.
The cold air hit my naked skin, a shiver rolling through my body. I moved in front of the mirror to gasp, seeing my reflection. I don't remember what it's like to not feel broken. The girl that stood in front of me, was a worse version of myself. I had bruises aligning my thighs and arms, due to Daniel's strong hands forcing me last night. A light pink scar aligned the junction of my neck, it's harsh appearance healing to nothing but a memory of pain.
Shivering, I moved the glass door and slid it back, revealing just how large the shower was. It could fit a family of five, possibly more. I stepped over the small barrier, my feet touching the cream white tiles.
I stood under the cascading warm water, eager to scrub Daniel's kisses, marks, and touch off of my body. As I scrubbed with a loofa, my skin had began to burn but I still felt everything. A shiver rolled through me as I remembered the way his hand felt on my face, dirty skin against my own. I couldn't cover the bruises or marks, I had nothing. I was nothing.
I bursted into tears, letting out quiet sobs as I tried to hold everything in. But it kept bottling up and wouldn't let me hold it in. I broke. I am broken. And nothing could fix me.
