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~Lisa's POV
The water was cold against my skin, but I didn't stop scrubbing. I kept rubbing my arms, my legs, every inch of myself like I could somehow erase what happened. Like I could wash the pain out of my bones. My fingers were sore and trembling, the towel rough against my skin, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel clean. I wanted to feel like myself again. But the harder I scrubbed, the dirtier I felt.
Tears ran down my cheeks, warm and endless. I tried to wipe them away, but they kept coming. My shoulders shook with each sob as I knelt beside the bucket, breathing hard, my chest tight. I pressed my forehead to my knees, curling into a small ball on the cold floor.
I didn't know how long I stayed like that. Minutes? Hours? Time didn't make sense anymore.
