My mate send me to mental hospital

I fled the hellish mental hospital with a dislocated shoulder, only to run into Damian-my once-love, now hating me for a lie.

To keep him pure, I'd lied about Kathleen's death, letting him believe I'd chosen my life over hers.

"You slut deserve to rot in the mud!" he spat, letting Brielle-my torturer-twist the truth.

They broke me: beatings scarred my body, forced liver donation paralyzed me. Yet I clung to our fragments, carving his name into my flesh.

In the end, fire consumed me

"Emily!" His frantic roar echoed by the sea.

But I'd already turned to ash.