No one was going to bring me sheets, or a pillow, or towels. No one was going to bring my bag to me. No one was going to talk to me or even acknowledge my existence.
Why are they doing this to me? To see me cry? Just because it's fun? Have they always wanted to treat me like this? Why lie to me before but show me their true colors now?
This is all a game for them. I'm just a joke. Karma found me vulnerable and alone, and he pounced on the opportunity to make me suffer. Because it's easy. Because nobody would care about what happened to me. Because I mean nothing to anyone.
With a deep sigh, I went back to my room. I shut the door and flicked the lock. Butter opened his eyes, but went right back to sleep when he saw it was me. I smiled as I sat down on my bed next to him.
At least I can
