The warm water runs down my body. The bar of soap runs across my breasts, cleansing my skin of anything disgusting. Lowering my head, I examine my wounds. The crimson liquid runs down my wrists and drips into the crystal clear water, staining it. My lips curl downwards into a frown. I look up and turn the knob, turning the water off. I step out of the shower and reach for the towel and pick it up. I wrap the towel around my body and let out a sigh.

Time to cover up.