Sophia
What am I doing? I keep asking myself for the millionth time as water droplets caress my skin. I’ve scrubbed myself clean so much and for so long that, if not for my wolf healing, I would have hit muscle. Or maybe bone, seeing as I attacked myself with the loofah. I’ve never hit myself repeatedly against a tree before, but I shall never do it ever again. If not for that moment when I cracked and showed weakness, maybe I wouldn't have found myself in this situation. And to think that I was so angry that I could have fought Greyson when I saw him. How on Earth did I get from that to begging him to take me away, to relying on Death to save me and keep me safe when I’m at my most vulnerable?
The reason why I’ve been hiding in this bathroom, pretending to take the world’s longest showe
