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I had showered, in hot water, hot scalding water, as I scrubbed my body wildly, thinking of the fact that he had touched me with those filthy hands of his before I broke down again and fell to the floor in a heap of red blistering skin and a broken mess.

Now, I am back at the dining table, wearing a big sweater, one of Pops own and sweatpants, my hair in a rough bun and a cup of hot coffee in my hand as I scroll through the web, looking for more information on Lilith.

I know that it did not make any sense, but I wanted to occupy my mind with something else that did not make alot of sense to me and was more complex that what ever reason that Tyler would have had for kissing Dana.

All images I had found of her was with her having a full bout of brown hair that was all curly, which clashed with my ever straight white, with a round voluptuous figure that clashed with my bony body....

She was not me.

And even though I felt relieved... I also felt oddly disappointed.