I
drank the cider hoping it would calm me down but it wasn't
making anything better. I just looked like a monster and my
heart was racing. I felt sick with nerves. I looked up at the
clock, I still had hours before I had to leave. So I started
again with my face and I went through the usual ritual yet
every time I did it I looked disgusting and I couldn't bear to be
seen looking that way. So I started again, and again, and I
cried and collapsed on the bathroom floor holding my face in
my hands wishing and praying that it would heal.