I stood there for a long moment, staring at the unopened skincare set. Slowly, I walked into the bathroom and set it down on the counter. My reflection in the mirror caught my attention—sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, a face that looked far older than its eighteen years.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small bottle of pills. The cap clicked open with a quiet pop and I shook two into my hand. Swallowing them dry, I closed my eyes, feeling the bitter aftertaste coat my throat.
***
“Bianca! Come eat!” Sarah’s voice rang out from the dining room, warm and cheerful. “I made sweet and sour ribs, your favorite!”
I took a deep breath, tucking the pill bottle back into my pocket. When I stepped out of the bathroom, the dining table was already set, laden with dishes.
Everyone was seated, their faces glowing with happiness as they chatted and laughed. The warmth of their joy enveloped the room, but to me, it felt like an oppressive weight pressing down on my chest. I slid into my seat, forcing a smile as the meal began.