I wandered aimlessly through the mall, my mood completely ruined after the humiliation at the salon. Every store window I passed seemed to mock me with its bright displays and happy shoppers inside.
What's the point of even being here anymore?
I found an empty bench near the fountain and collapsed onto it, watching people walk by with their friends and families. Everyone looked so normal, so content. Nobody was being treated like garbage everywhere they went.
Why does this always happen to me?
A mother walked past with her teenage daughter, both of them laughing at something on the girl's phone. The sight made my chest ache with loneliness and resentment.
Even my own mother didn't believe me when I told her about being bullied and nearly murdered. She chose them over me.
The unfairne
