Now that things were back to normal between Violet and Lila, an awkward tension broke out in the room. A silence that stretched until Lila, ever the chatterbox, broke it.
"You should stay here and prepare for class while I go get your breakfast," Lila said, her voice unusually gentle as though she was walking on eggshells.
"No," Violet said suddenly.
"No?" Lila repeated, her brows furrowing in surprise.
Violet’s eyes shone with a fiery determination as she met Lila’s gaze and said. "The whole school must have seen the news by now. They’d expect me to stay here, to cower in shame, but that’s not going to happen. I can’t let them get to me. I have to show them I’m unaffected by their gossip and mockery. I’m not someone who can be pulled down that easily."
From the corner of the room, Daisy, who was now quietly reading a thick book, snorted audibly. She looked up, her gaze connecting with Violet’s and said smartly. "You have a flair for the drama, don’t you? Honestly, I can’t even tell the difference between you and Ivy at this point."
The jab hit its mark.
Violet stiffened, the insult sinking deep. Her gaze turned icy, and without missing a beat, she retorted, "Perhaps indeed, I might have a flair for the drama, unlike you, with no life beyond your nose buried in a book."
Bam! It felt like a huge bomb had been dropped in the room. For a fleeting moment, hurt flashed across Daisy’s face, and Violet noticed, causing a pang of guilt tugged at her chest.
However, she squashed the feeling down. She was not the one who started it. The girl should be able to stomach receiving her own taste of medicine.
With the tension in the room now almost unbearable, Violet rose abruptly from her bed and strode to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. The sound reverberated through the room, while Lila was left to deal with the unsettling atmosphere.
Violet turned on the shower, the warm water exactly what she needed as it cascaded over her skin and soothed her tired body. But that was not enough to calm her busy mind. Although she tried hard not to think of yesterday’s incident, snippets still managed to creep into her mind.
Nonetheless, Violet still stubbornly scrubbed her body and willed her mind to focus. By the time she was done, her fingers pruned from the long shower and she wrapped a towel around herself, stepping out of the cubicle.
Facing the mirror, Violet stared at her reflection. Her usually sharp eyes looked a bit dull, framed by faint dark circles. Her cheeks were paler than usual, and there were obviously lines of stress etched faintly on her face. She leaned closer, and studied her reflection the more.
And that was when it happened.
The bathroom seemed to blur around her, the edges of her vision darkening. The reflection in the mirror rippled like disturbed water, and when it stilled, what Violet saw wasn’t herself.
It was a version of herself she didn’t recognize, and it terrified her. frёeωebɳovel.com
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