Stripping my clothes, I take a tentative step inside the bathroom, heading for the shower. But as I tiptoe across the tiled floor, I can't help but turn my head, my gaze colliding with the wall-sized mirror at the other end of the bathroom.
A shiver of revulsion goes down my spine at the sight of my body—at the many scars that no one knows exist.
That no one wants to acknowledge exist.
From head to toe, my entire back is covered in scars, some white, some red, and all the shades in between.
I gulp down, pushing the feeling of déjà vu away. I remember how I'd gotten some of them. Others…not so much.
Shaking myself, I step inside the shower, finally letting out a relieved breath as the hot water touches my skin, the steam infiltrating my pores and offering long awaited relaxation.