Caroline
I'm angry at life. I used to have everything: good friends, a great college life, a pretty face, a bubbling personality, and a gorgeous man to date.
After the fire I was in, I have scars on my body, and now I'm stuck in a hospital bed after a skin transplant. I no longer look pretty— I resemble Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender. Only it's not my eye, but my cheek that is pink and reddish.
Oh, and if that isn't bad enough, I no longer have any friends. I've been suicidal after the accident, so I haven't had it in me to call anyone. My friend, Rebel, had an operation for her tumor. I completely missed that because I was admitted to a psych ward.
I don't feel like myself. I'm bitter, sarcastic, and unhappy, and I've regularly seen a therapist because I'm also downright suicidal at times.