I cried my own soul out.
I cried for the unknown victims who never received the revenge I tasted last night.
The victims silenced by fear.
The victims trapped beside their abusers.
The victims who became addicted to the very monsters destroying them.
The victims Luce, Elinor, or I will never be able to save.
I cried for unreachable victims.
For invisible victims.
And while thinking about them, I scrubbed my skin harder and harder while clinging desperately to the memory of Bruno screaming for mercy as flames consumed his flesh and his nervous system collapsed.
I held onto that memory because of every time he touched Alexandra while I wasn’t there to save her. I held onto it because he touched me too.
I stepped out of the bathtub like an empty shell longing for comfort, fully awar
