Mirror
Pulling across the fabric, seeing the way it curved across her breast. Her skin left in shades of scarlet and magenta, the edges a tinged brown. Only on one side, Rachel had tried to avoid looking as much as possible. Her only consolation was that it would soon be gone.
She imagined the way it would look when the operation was over, back to how it used to be. Apart from a faint scar where the skin was grafted. Rachel could abide a small white scar if it meant this abomination was no longer on her body.
It had been enough to live with remnants of her past, scarred in ways that people couldn't see. And now that people knew who she was, it had left her with a scar that was impossible to hide. From herself, at least. A reminder of what would happen if she tried to repress her past misdeeds.
With her meagre six-week therapy, she had believed that it wasn't so bad. Like they say, it was who she was that counted. Not her outside appearance. A foolish notion she came to regret the night she had shown Eddie, his look of disgust ingrained in her memory.
It would have to go. She didn't want it anymore, wishing she could tear it off of her body herself. Lip trembling, she rebuttoned her shirt, all the way up to her neck.
Nobody else needed to see her shame.