Closing the door to the small bathroom of our hotel room, I take fast, deep breaths in as I quickly peel off my shirt. The sight reflecting in the small, golden-rimmed mirror in front of me is not pretty, but it is a sight I have seen before. This is why I have this magic cream with me. I could've put it on earlier, but that would mean Victor seeing these ugly blisters. And well, I don't want him seeing me as weak. I am not. These wounds don't make me any less powerful.
With my long-sleeved top pulled off, I take off my pants and stare at myself in the square mirror before slathering on the potion. The sight is not pretty with the blisters covering my chest, upper arms, belly, upper thighs, and back. It hurts just as bad as it looks. I have accepted that part of me, but not enough to let anyone ever see it. One day, I will be strong enough where I can control my power without hurting myself.
