[Disclaimer: This chapter includes scenes of self harm and violence that some readers may find uncomfortable.]
Seri sobbed in her room as she stared at her face. She hated every feature. She hated her eyes. She hated her hair. She hated how worthless she was. Why would she ever think that she had a chance with Mary? There was no way they could work out. They were both girls and Mary didn't even like her. She should just give up...
"I really am worthless... Aren't I?"
No one answered her.
She undid the makeshift bandage on her hand and looked at the bright red cut on her hand. She stared at it closely without expression. As if bewitched, she slowly took her other hand and pressed down on the cut with her thumb. She winced as the cut reopened and pulsed in pain. She watched numbly as the blood slowly trailed off her hand and dripped down.
