VANESSA.
"Arrrrghhhhh!"
The scream ripped violently from my throat the very moment I stepped into my room.
It echoed loudly against the walls, bouncing from one corner of the room to another until it slowly faded into silence.
My entire body trembled uncontrollably, every muscle drawn taut from the overwhelming rage burning inside me.
My breathing came out uneven, while my chest rose and fell with each heavy breath I forced through my lungs.
"I will never look like that seductress," I muttered inwardly.
The words repeated themselves over and over inside my head like a stubborn chant I couldn't silence.
My hands slowly curled into tight fists. I clenched them with so much force that my nails dug deeply into the soft flesh of my palms.
A sharp sting shot through my hands, yet I barely felt it, because compared to the anger consuming me, the physical pain meant absolutely nothing.
There was only one thought occupying every corner of my mind.
