~SCARLETT.

 I lay on the bed in our suite, wearing one of Jake's oversized shirts. The sleeves hung past my elbows, and the hem brushed against my thighs as I shifted to get comfortable. The room was cool and quiet, save for the narrator's voice on the TV, detailing the horrifying crimes of Jeffrey Dahmer.

I didn't even know how I'd ended up watching this. The details were gruesome; drugging, luring, and doing unspeakable things. My stomach lurched at the thought of what he'd done to ...