During my time in middle school,
I was desperate for companionship.
I would approach anyone who seemed willing to let me join them,
but unfortunately, I never found lasting friendships.
Most people either rejected me or treated me unkindly.
That's why when Caitlyn and Emily, the two most attractive and popular girls in school,
invited me to a sleepover,
I was overjoyed. Although I had attempted to sit with them during lunch a couple of times,
they always dismissed me, engrossed in conversations unrelated to my presence.
However, on the last day of the school year,
they surprised me by approaching me while I sat alone.
They expressed a genuine desire to hang out with me over the summer,
but they insisted on keeping our interactions discreet until school ended.
Even as a naive and lonely middle schooler,
I sensed their underhanded motives behind the invitation,
but my longing for friendship overshadowed any reservations.
I eagerly accepted their offer, knowing they were aware of my desperation.
My mother, delighted that I was finally socializing with peers,
readily granted me permission to attend, especially when I mentioned that Caitlyn's mother would be serving dinner to all of us.
Arriving at Caitlyn's house around 8 p.m.,
I was already dressed in my pajamas, while Caitlyn and Emily were still fully clothed.
When I asked if we were still having dinner together,
Caitlyn casually remarked that they had just finished eating before my arrival.
Emily chimed in, belittling my appetite and implying that I didn't need to eat much anyway.
Despite their condescending remarks, I yearned for their friendship so much that I let their words slide.
After briefly greeting Caitlyn's wine-drunk mother, who seemed relieved to be rid of us,
we made our way to Caitlyn's upstairs room.
Her room had a Jack and Jill layout,
with an attached bathroom and another bedroom on the opposite side.
Curious about the person in the other room,
I inquired, only to receive a sharp retort from Caitlyn, warning me not to be nosy.
I quickly apologized, but they dismissed me again, claiming that my voice was annoying.
Caitlyn's room was adorned with Taylor Swift posters,
expensive makeup, and gigantic stuffed animals—luxuries my mother couldn't afford to provide me.
Although I longed to ask Caitlyn about her possessions,
I knew she wouldn't appreciate my curiosity,
so I kept my gaze fixed on the floor.
We decided to play Truth or Dare,
a game that Caitlyn and Emily exploited to extract personal information from me.
They probed about my crushes and my parents' income,
and I naively disclosed everything truthfully,
only to be met with mocking laughter each time.
Whenever I requested them to tell the truth about something,
they spun absurd tales that I knew were lies, but I dared not confront them.
Eventually, tired of revealing my secrets,
I challenged them to dare me to do something.
At that moment, Emily and Caitlyn exchanged wicked smiles, as if they had been anticipating my request all along.
Caitlyn then dared me to enter the bathroom and play the infamous Bloody Mary game.
Unfamiliar with the game, I admitted my ignorance,
which prompted them to express disbelief at my lack of knowledge about Bloody Mary.
They insisted that I perform the ritual or leave the sleepover.
Desperate to fit in, I reluctantly stepped into the bathroom.
Caitlyn and Emily lit a candle in front of the mirror,
turned off the lights, and closed the door.
Caitlyn taunted me from the other side, emphasizing the need to say the phrase clearly,
warning me that they would know if I didn't.
Trembling with fear, uncertain of what would occur, I stared at my reflection in the mirror,
took a deep breath, and began slowly chanting "Bloody Mary" three times.
For a moment, nothing happened.
I glanced behind my reflection, finding nothing unusual,
until I spotted a disheveled woman emerging from the bathtub.
I let out a piercing scream,
realizing that it was real—there was an actual blood-soaked woman sitting in the shower.
Her pallid skin resembled death, her clothes torn,
but her eyes were wide open, fixated on me.
Slowly, she stepped out of the tub, leaving behind a trail of blood as she approached me.
Petrified, my body froze, as if turned to stone.
I desperately wanted to flee, but I was immobilized by fear.
With each step she took, the woman left a crimson path,
inching closer until she stood directly in front of me.
I screamed once more, but she seized me by the throat, raising me onto my tiptoes.
Opening her mouth, she revealed a horrifying abyss of blood and darkness,
inching dangerously close to my neck, as if ready to take a bite.
In that moment of utter terror,
I lost control and involuntarily wet myself.
The woman, seemingly disgusted by my fear-induced accident,
let out a blood-curdling scream and released her grip on me.
I fell to the floor, gasping for air, as she retreated back into the bathroom.
The lights flickered on,
and Caitlyn and Emily stood in the doorway, laughing hysterically.
"It was just a prank, you loser!"
Caitlyn exclaimed, wiping away tears of laughter.
"You should have seen your face! Priceless!"
Emily added, barely able to catch her breath.
Anger replaced my initial fear as I realized the extent of their cruelty.
They had orchestrated this terrifying experience solely for their amusement,
using my desperation for friendship against me.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them see my vulnerability any longer.
Summoning all the strength I had left,
I stood up and walked past Caitlyn and Emily without uttering a word.
Their laughter faded into the background as I made my way downstairs,
eager to escape their toxic presence.
Caitlyn's mother, who had retired to her room earlier, noticed my disheveled state and tear-streaked face.
Concern etched onto her features, she asked me what had happened.
Unable to articulate the full extent of the night's events,
I simply replied that I didn't feel well and needed to go home.
As I walked home alone, the weight of loneliness returned,
heavier than ever.
The illusion of friendship had crumbled,
leaving me even more isolated than before.
The sleepover had only intensified my yearning for true and genuine connections.
From that day forward,
I vowed to be more cautious in my pursuit of friendship.
I realized that true friends would never subject me to such cruelty
or take advantage of my vulnerabilities.
It would take time, but I would seek out those who valued me for who I was,
rather than exploit my loneliness for their own entertainment.
The ill-fated sleepover
taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of self-respect
and the significance of genuine friendship.
Although the wounds of that night took time to heal,
it ultimately paved the way for me to find authentic connections
that would bring joy and support into my life.
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