“You can’t hide forever, Cindy,” she said. “One bad thing already changed your life once. Don’t let it keep deciding things for you. Prom happens once in a lifetime.”
Eventually, she wore me down.
I’d gotten good at acting as if it didn’t bother me.
***
We bought a dress, curled my hair, and I spent an hour doing makeup that mostly covered the scars on my neck.
But the second I walked into prom, I regretted attending.
The gym looked beautiful. Lights hung from the ceiling, and music blasted through the speakers. But all my classmates were taking photos, dancing, and laughing without me, as if I didn’t exist.
I stood alone near the drinks table, pretending to text people who weren’t texting me.
After almost an hour, I was ready to leave.
Then Caleb walked over.
I regretted attending.
