Caylee I wanted to ask Craig to come with me into the shower, didn't want to be left alone with my thoughts, but I wanted to see the damage that was done to me first. I know not everything healed, not every scar and I know my skin has proof of what was done to me, even if it is not half as bad as the scars on my soul, but I wanted to be the first one to see it. For twenty minutes, I just stand underneath the hot water, letting it wash away the blood and gore from my hair and skin, and then I start to scrub, wishing I could scrub away my memories that I know will haunt me for a very long time to come. After washing my hair and making sure that there was no blood left on me, I get out of the shower and head to the mirror on the bathroom door. I suck in a breath when I see the scars now ad