Chapter 31

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. Justice foun