CHLOE POV

Gold still held me tight. Her hands were the only thing keeping me upright and sane.

The words on the mirror burns itself into t my skin

WHORE

Carved deep. Aggressive. Purposeful.

Someone wanted me to see it. Someone wanted me to bleed from it.

My breath shudders out of me, violent and uneven.

Gold grasps both my arms. “Chloe, look at me. Look at me, not the mirror. You’re safe. You hear me?”

Safe.

I wish that word meant something.

I feel the panic ...