The next morning, I was awakened by ice-cold water being dumped on me. I screech and stand, scowling at Lang and Trisha. They are laughing, while I shiver with the cold. 

"That's for ruining our party last night, bitch," Trisha sneers and throws the metal bucket in my face. I'm too late to dodge, and it hits my forehead. Tears rush to my eyes at the intense pain I feel. The two leave the room, and I'm left with so much anger and sadness.

I take my sheets to the laundry room. I'm crying as I dry my sheets. I look at the large mirror and inhale and exhale. Breathe,...