C37 WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

Donna

Standing directly below the fluorescent light that flickered above the girl’s restroom, I took a handful of water in my hands, splashing it over my face repeatedly as if it could wash away the guilt—the pain.

After a few minutes, I turned off the faucet and lifted my head slowly, droplets of water rolling down my face as I gazed into the mirror. My reflection stared back at me