Shattered|The Fosters

19

Warning: Chapter contains mature contents?

Emilia's P.O.V

Both moms are here now.

Stef is on the phone with someone, and Callie still rocks me in her arms as Lena tries to line questions out of me.

I push away, wiping the traitorous tears from my eyes, standing up.

"Im taking a shower." I say flatly, my voice emotionless.
I turn on my heel before anyone can come after me, locking the bathroom door behind me.

I walk myself into the shower, the scorching hot water pounding on my scarred back.

I saw him.

He saw me.

Or was it him?

Was it Andrew?

Did Andrew try to take me?

I can hardly tell them apart.

They all have that cruel look.

They're eyes make you want to shiver.

They're almost perfectly-are identical eyes.

I stare down, my teeth chattering although the water is almost boiling, causing burns on my skin. 

My knees give out, and I sit on the shower floor, rocking back and forth.

I scream, grabbing fistfuls of hair in my hands.

Sobs rack my body as I'm crying on the floor, making my shoulders shake.

I bang my hand on the wall, causing a razor to fall.

The blade cuts a long line across my thigh when it falls, slicing through skin.

I wince, picking up the razor.

I thumble it in my hand, trying not to pay attention to my cut leg.

It'll heal.

No.

I can't.

I won't.

But honestly, what's the point anymore?

What's the point to living?