#Chapter122

The water cascades down my shoulders. I should know the temperature of it but I just can't feel it, and it's not like it bothers me anyway.

To me, the world has stopped the moment the accident happened. It all fucking stopped, and I can't fucking comprehend how everyone is still able to move, to run around the goddamned place like chickens without heads, hurrying to do whatever shit they need to attend to.

That's just out of my capability to understand.

I turn off the shower, not remembering if I used the shower gel or not.

Again, not like I fucking care.

I wipe my body and scrub...