I sat at the kitchen table swirling the alphabet soup around with my spoon, maybe the letters could tell me what i’m doing wrong

“Hey Lane,” Sam said walking into the kitchen.

“Hi,” I mumbled still looking hopelessly for an answer in my soup.

“Woah Lane, what the hell happened to you?” Sam said looking at me as though I had sprouted a second head.

“Nothing, nothing happened, i’m fine!” I yelled shoving my bowl away from me and storming out of the kitchen.

“Lane, I didn-,” Sam started but by then I had slammed the door in his face, not wanting to hear anymore.

I stood in front of my mirror and looked in horror at the image that stood before me. I understood now what Sam was talking about, but for all I had gone through that day….I looked a whole lot better than I should have.

My phone started to buzz in my pocket but I ignored it. I knew exactly who was calling me, and I had no intention of ever speaking to that asshole again.