*** Aurora’s POV ***
I wake up in a cold sweat, tears running down my face. Glancing at the clock, I realize it’s only 3:50 am. Knowing I won’t be able to sleep after that nightmare, I hop in the shower and clean myself off. As I change, I catch a glimpse of my back in the mirror and am disgusted by my appearance. I run my fingers along the jagged scars as far as I can reach, once again trembling at the memory of that night. There's also a large bruise on my left cheek that Oliver gave me. I hold back tears as I smear some concealer on it, wincing with every stroke of the makeup sponge.
As I’m concealing my bruise, my eyes drift off to the drawer with my secret scalpel. It takes all my mental strength to resist the urge to pull it out and use it.
It won't help, I remind myse
