She feels the urge to scrub her skin off.
She can feel her heart breaking from all the hateful words she uses to call herself.
She's felt like this before.
When she was younger she told her parents that she hates herself. On that day her heart broke.
Ember steps into the shower and begins to scrub her body.
She doesn't bother being gentle.
She's at the end of her crying session so she hugs herself and tries to calm her hyperventilating.
"I hate him," she whispers.
She sinks to the floor of the shower and just allows the water to fully Incase her.
Once the water gets cold she turns it off and wraps a towel around herself.
"Drama queen," she huffs as she walks past her reflection.
She opens her closet and puts on some clean underwear.
She then puts on some shorts and a tank top.
She sniffles as she walks into her kitchen and searches for something sweet.
When she opens the fridge someone knocks on the door.
She feels her heartbeat stop.
She dashed into her bathroom and checks her face.
She doesn't want anyone to know she's been crying.
When she sees her reflection she frowns.
Her eyes are bloodshot but thankfully since she had a shower her cheeks aren't tear stained.
She walks out of the bathroom and the knocking gets louder.
She stops in front of the door.
"Hello?" she says. She doesn't want to open the door and risk being seen like this.
"Ember? Are you okay. I heard someone screaming," Jim's voice says through the door.
"I'm fine," Ember lies.
"Are you sure?" Jim asks.
"Positive. I'm great," she snorts.
"Can I come in?" Jim asks.
Ember feels her heartbeat quicken.
She definitely cannot let a man into her home while she is weak and hurting.
"No sorry. I'm busy," Ember lies again.
"If you're busy then why are you talking through the door?" Jim asks.
Ember smiles a little.
"True. I don't want anyone to come in right now," Ember tells him.
"Why? What's wrong?!? Are you okay?" He asks in a panicked tone.
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just not feeling to good right now," Ember says.
"Okay. Well if you need me, you know where to find me," Jim sighs.
"Okay," Ember whimpers.
She presses her head against the door.
She wants a hug but she doesn't have any friends here or anyone who she trusts to give her a hug.
Ember is a hugger but she doesn't feel comfortable hugging a stranger while she's feeling like this.
She hears Jim walk away and she sighs.
Ember wants to trust him, he seems nice but her brain keeps telling her "they're all nice at first."
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General Fiction"I can stare into a thousand eyes, But every smile hides a bold face lie," Ember's scared. She's scared everyone's out to hurt her. She wants someone to love, but how can she expect someone to love her if she barely loves herself. She just wants t...
