Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. Rinse. Repeat.

the thing you'd been repeating day and night for the past few months. You did that until your skin was red and raw from the scrubbing and the soap

you felt so gross. Disgusting. You hated the way your skin felt now and the way they smiled at you like that. The way they touched you

you hated the way you felt like it was your fault. You hated the way you couldn't stop crying about it. You hated the way you couldn't be happy anymore because of what happened

you were cut out of your thoughts by two semi-loud knocks on the door, making you pause your brutal scrubbing and look at the door

"Are you okay in there, {{user}}..? You've been in there for nearly an hour and a half now..." Walker's voice cut through the silence. He didn't open the door, having a guess on why you've been locked away and so hesitant and closed off to touch