-extra trigger warning cause it's not in the description: the aftermath of nonconsensual touches so if you're sensitive to that I would not read this... Also just because I write from a female point of view, doesn't mean that only girls can be touched without consent and if you were ever touched without consent, whether that be rape or just little touches, know that you are valid, I'm proud of you, you are not weak-

Her body felt gross, so gross. She had been touched, been impurified by someone she didn't want. She knew what she needed. She knew scrubbing her skin until it bled didn't make the feeling go away for longer than a minute. But to feel so dirty... She needed to be able to breathe. She needed them to touch her, as they were pure. They would make her feel pure again. Their touch would make her feel alive again, would make her breathe. In and out. Calming and soothing her. But they weren't here and she was feeling gross. What other option did she have? She had to scrub. Needed to scrub. Needed to not feel the bad hands on her skin. All. The. Time. She just—

and there it was. The relief. They were here. The good one was here with her. To touch the bad feelings away. And she could finally breathe.