Shame

“You have to go!” Ross yells at me from the bed, while she tries to convince me to go.

“Why should I go? Do I look like one of those girls?”

The truth is that I did not want to fall once again into the traps of Dr. Mark or anyone else, my pride was already devastated, and I could not receive another atomic bomb like the one that happened with that heartless man.

“Go,” she begs me, as she stops eating some of the jelly. “You'll have fun, you'll look beautiful in a pretty dress.”

She tells me smiling, while she imagines me dressed in a big dress.

“And who will take care of you?” I asked her, folding her clothes, while I tried to convince her not to continue insisting.

“I've taken care of myself for so many years, you don't have to worry.” I didn't want to, but Ross's look won me over.

“Okay!” I agreed, rolling my eyes. “But I won't wear a horrible dress.”

She smiles at me still. So I changed my uniform, to put on black pants and a simple wine-colored T-shirt. Then I leave the bathroom u