Chapter 7

When I see Carter, I don’t feel anything. He and Brittany are together, he has the look I wanted.

He frowns when he sees me. I wanted to marry Carter, but I couldn’t.

Now he has what he wants.

“Ashley, your clothes were dirty, I got your some more, I only wore these once.”

Brittany hands me old clothes. Everyone is looking at us. I remember losing.

But that was long ago.

“Thanks, Miss Landry!”

I take the clothes. I can trade these for money. I became so pathetic, the servants are talking about me.

The Landrys look unhappy.

“Ashley, you’re trash!”

Chad storms over, and throws the clothes on the ground.

“Why would you wear trash? Don’t you know you’re a Landry?”

“Chad, chill out!”

Brittany jumps in, stopping him. I don’t get why he’s suddenly so mad.

Why can’t I wear someone else’s hand–me-downs? During those five years in the psych ward, I wore worse than used clothing.

I wore clothes from the dead.

And weren’t they the ones who wanted me to be hurt? Why the fake concern now?

Brittany’s tears are hitting the floor like raindrops.

“Sorry, I…I was just trying to be nice.”

Chad finally looks like he’s freaking out, turning to me.

“What are you doing back here? This is all your fault! Brittany’s always crying because of you!”

Everyone’s fawning over Brittany, while shooting daggers at me. Just like the countless times it happened five years ago.

I never understood what I did wrong back then, why I had to face all that blame. Now I know.

There is no right or wrong.

It’s just that I’m not the one they care about.