Seventy-Four

Seventy-Four

Naomi

As I sank into the bath filled with sweet scented shampoo and oil, the warmth seeped into my bones, while the sweet scent enveloped me in a state of bliss.

My hurting muscles eased their tension, and I let out a contented sigh as I leaned back, letting my eyes fall close, letting the steam carry mu worries away.

That was delusional though. My worries were intwined deeply in my mind, growning on like grapevines in my brain. The day had been the second worst ever. Nothing can beat the last moonball.

I couldn't even bring myself to breath properly since the day I thought Seth died. I just couldn't. A part of me died along with him.

Today alone, I lost my biological mother, someone I was still trying to get to know better. But I was safe now, and that's what she really wanted, for me to be safe.

But that wasn't enough to appease the pain. I could still see her face, smell her scent. And being here brought back memories of my Foster mother, the one who did everything to