CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

The water trickled down my hair to my shoulders and back in the same manner. I washed away the vanilla scented soap off my hair as it stuck to my body. After turning the water off, I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body. Things have been going smoothly for a month since I was discharged from the hospital.

I stand in front of the mirror, wiping off the fog from it to get a better look at my reflection. I looked at the tiny, hardly visible scar on my forehead and

You could hardly see it except if you were close to me, and my hair plays a major part in covering it up.

I walked out of the bathroom and to the closet, looking for a comfortable shirt to put on. It was in the afternoon, and I had already had my lunch. After dressing up, I walked out of the closet to the bed to lie on it. I took out my phone and went through my message box, replying to the messages sent by my mom and brother.

I chatted with my mom for some time before she went offline since she had to