Survival

Once Again

Cara's POV

I open my eyes wearily and rub them.

I sit up in a bed? I stroke the sheets and smile as the slippery fabric slides beneath my fingers.

I swing my legs out of the bed and notice I'm in the same clothes as yesterday.

Then the previous day comes rushing

back to me.

I grit my teeth as I remember. How dare she even look me in the eye, after what she did!

Furiously I stomp across the room and notice a neatly folded pile of clothes on a stool in the corner.

A smile creeps it's way onto my face at the sight.

I grab them from the stool and slip them on.

I glance at the mirror at my reflection when I've changed.

My blonde hair is long and the blue tips reach to below my waist, hanging over a white button-up shirt with a peter pan collar and reaching the tops of a pair of light wash skinny jeans.

I tilt my head at my reflection. It doesn't actually look that bad?

But then his words come back into my head.

Worthless.

Fat.

Ugly.

Slut.

I shake my head, frantically and turn away from my reflection, immediately repulsed.

I take the pair of brown combat boots, Haley placed under the chair and lace them up.

Without another look in that death trap called a mirror I leave the room in a way that I hope seems calm and collected.

Running down the stairs and into the living room, I see Whitney perched on the edge of the sofa.

But then I see what she's watching.

My breath catches in my throat and I stumble for breath.

I dash over to the table and lean on it for support.

Well, shit.