least some semblance of privacy.
“Bree, what happened?” Michelle’s voice spoke through the door.
All I was able to say was “Go away.” She might’ve responded to that, but I tuned her out, reaching an arm into the shower and turning the water on, as hot as it would go. I pulled the curtain closed and let the water heat up as I shed my clothes, piece by piece.
The hot water would fade my hair, but at this point, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything. That was the nightmare of my life—when I did finally care about something, it never ended well. You’d think I would’ve learned not to hope, not to expect anything other than crashing and burning.
But, for whatever reason, Calum and Mason had made me feel things. They’d given me hope, and now I felt crushed because, like I knew it was, in the end it was nothing but pointless.
Once I was free of my clothes, I stepped into the shower. The air was already thick with steam, the water scalding. I gave the showerhead my back, bending my head as I finally let the tears out. Crying only gave massive headaches after you were finished, but that’s what my life was, so I was used to it.
The utter hopelessness, the pointlessness…everything sucked so much, and it was only made worse because I knew I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t be so impossibly sad all the time, but I was. I was, and simply trying to be happy, pretending to be better, didn’t do shit. When someone was missing an arm, you didn’t tell them to just grow it back. Things didn’t work like that.
I buried my face in my hands, my shoulders shaking as the sadness poured out of me like a waterfall.
What sucked even more was the fact that I’d really had fun with them. I’d really felt myself falling for Calum and Mason, even though I knew the entire time I shouldn’t let myself. Why didn’t I put more walls up? Why didn’t I push them away, stand my ground, refuse any more dates? Why didn’t I tell Mason that I would do everything for the project and that there was no need for him to come over or me to go to his place?
I’d been so stupid, this whole time. I pretty much put myself in this position, knowing the risks, knowing what the future held. It was awful seeing small glimpses of the life I could have if I was normal, if I wasn’t so…me. If I wasn’t me. I’d been fine in my little bubble, but now that I’d seen the outside world, felt the warmth blossoming in me from a man’s kiss, how was I supposed to pretend that everything was fine in my little bubble?
Suddenly my little bubble felt constricting, too small, too uncomfortable. My bubble felt foreign, like I shouldn’t be in it at all. Which, of course, was ridiculous, because it was my bubble. I’d made it, I’d built it as I grew up, knowing I wasn’t like everyone else, feeling awkward in social encounters and letting everyone else put in the effort. My parents thought I had friends until high school graduation, that my friends had lost contact with me when they went to colleges that were far away, but they were wrong.
You see, I’d long lost them, because there was no point in trying to keep them. I knew they would go away after high school, so in my mind, it was better to cut the cord sooner. The same went for Calum, and I knew it would be the same for Mason, too.
It wasn’t like I wanted to say goodbye to either of them, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep them happy. They’d see the real me, and then they’d realize I wasn’t worth it.
I couldn’t say how long I stood there, crying, letting my doubts get the best of me, but it was a long while. My skin grew red from the hotness of the water, and I eventually sunk to my knees, sitting on tub below. I wrapped my arms around my knees, pulling them close to my chest, and my whole body shook with the emotion I felt.
I hated feeling like this. I hated knowing I shouldn’t be like this. How could it be that everyone else was happy with their life? How could they just wake up and look forward to things? How could they encounter