The next day, I wake up early, take a shower and try not to cry. I have been in a bad spiral for weeks now, and I'm having some trouble getting out of it. I grab the shampoo bottle, squeeze some soap in my hand and start washing my hair. I rinse, wash the rest and get out. I dry off and wrap a towel around my waist before grabbing my pj's and opening the door. I hear gasp and look up; aunt Emily just got out from their bedroom, saw me cowered in bruises and cut marks, and practically panics. The bedroom door behind her opens a few seconds later, and my uncle run out, looking at his wife, then me, and visibly relaxes. "I didn't want to wake you last night when she got in. She has an appointment with the doctor today after breakfast. She's fine now, but there are some bruises that need atten
