I got permission from Beta Wyatt, who let me leave the party immediately.

I fell into bed and tried to stop thinking about everything that happened in the past, but I couldn't; everything kept pouring into my brain and stirring me up in a bad way.

I huffed and angrily took off my gown, entered the bathroom, and soaked myself in the bathtub after preparing it.

I sighed and used my finger to trace the ugly red and black scars on my flat stomach, shoulder, chest, and lap.

I knew there would be many scars on my back as well; they'd be far uglier.

I closed my eyes, wrapped my...