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~Lisa's POV
I walked slowly to my room, each step heavier than the last. The hallway felt colder tonight, and I wrapped my arms around myself, like it would keep the world out. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I let go.
The tears came fast.
I slid down to the floor, pressing my back against the door, and I cried. Not the quiet kind, not the careful kind. It was loud, aching, and deep. I cried for everything. For the shame, for the whispers, for the looks I had to endure. I cried because I didn't even do anything, and yet somehow, I was the villain in their eyes.
"Why me?" I whispered. "Why do they all hate me like this?"
I stayed there for what felt like forever, curled into myself, letting every drop of pain spill out. But eventually, the tears stopped. They always do.
I wiped my eyes with the edge of my sleeve and slowly stood up. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself.
"Enough," I said quietly.
Enough crying. Enough hiding. Enough letting them break me.
