I lay against Nathasha letting her warmth calm my racing heart. I take deep breathes matching her breathing rhythm. Her arms around my torso held me in place. The water makes me feel weightless plus her touch makes me feel like a cloud. I hear footsteps stop outside the bathroom. Wanda knocks and comes in. She looks the opposite way.

"Are you girls ok?" She asks with her back to us.

My heart sinks a bit knowing that Natasha will get out. And I'm right. She lets me go and starts getting up. I move to let her and she quickly dresses. I don't look at her and she doesn't look at me. 

"You're good, Wanda. Just don't look at Rosa," Natasha says.

I turn so my back is to them. Wanda turns toward Nathasa.

"Why are you wet?" Wanda asks and Natasha shrugs.

"Rosa needed help so I helped her."

My heart sinks lower. Is that what she really saw me as? A girl who just needs help? I look myself over and realize. Of course, she saw me that way. I'm the girl who got r*ped! I'm the girl who is starving herself! I'm the girl who wakes up every night from nightmares! I'm the girl who gets flashbacks! I blink back tears. I'm the hopeless case girl. 

"Wanda?" I croak and she comes over. 

"Yes?" 

"Can you get me a towel and help me out?" I ask her and she does. Natasha watches and looks me dead in the eye. I look at her back until she backs down. "Thanks, Wanda."

"Let's get you dressed and in bed." Wanda carries me out and helps me into my sweatpants with paint stains and my Ariana G sweater that says, "Positions". 

"Thank you, Wanda. It means a lot." I smile and she smiles back.

"No problem. Oh, here is your tea." She hands me it and I sip it pleasing her. 

"Can you girls go now?" I ask looking mostly at Natasha. "I'm tired." They nod and leave but Natasha's shoulders slump a bit. I put down the tea and lay above my gray covers on my bed. I look at the ceiling and start messing with my hair. I grab my phone and pull up my camera. I look at myself and my hair. I grab a pair of scissors and start cutting it. I look at it and see how horrible it is. I growl and teleport myself to the chair in front of the mirror in the bathroom. I sit in front of the mirror and grab my razor. I start shaving my hair off fully, revealing the tattoo on my head. I look at my hair and see the half-shaved side and the shorter-length side. I smile slightly. One thing done, several more to do.

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