Hazel's POV
I stared at myself in the mirror trying to remove the image of blood from my mind.
The image of the bloody figures of Miranda and Bryan.
But it was hard, really hard.
I had almost peeled my skin off my body trying to get any trace of blood off my skin.
I didn't even know whether to feel relieved or happy that the people who had caused so much in my life and almost drove me to kill myself were dead.
And they died in front of me with freaking holes in their heads.
I stared hard at my reflection again and decided I won't feel anything.
I will not let it harbor any feeling within me. I will forget all of this like it never happened.
It wasn't going to be easy and I wouldn't make it hard either.
Life had to go on, I had to go on.
I stood up from my dressing table and slipped off my towel and wore a plain gr t-shirt and baggy pants.
I needed to feel as comfortable as I could from this moment.
