I woke up very early the next morning. My eyes were still red and puffy from all of the crying I did last night.
My room was a mess. The dress and shoes were still scattered on the floor, telling me that it wasn't just a horrible nightmare.
I pulled out my phone to message the driver even though it was still very early.
"Sorry, but I refuse to stay in this house any longer than I have to," I whispered. After getting a confirmation message from the driver, I got up to get dressed.
Every part of me felt exhausted, even after a full night's sleep. Mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted.
I was in no mood to look pretty, so I haphazardly got dressed, putting on whatever I saw first. It was a similar case with my hair; I simply put it up into a messy bun and walked out of my room.
The driver seemed angry for being called upon so early and didn't bother greeting me when I walked over. I was in no mood to care, and got into the car on my own, slamming the door shut.
