A Boy Asked Me To Dance At Prom After Everyone Avoided Me Because Of My Scars—The Next Morning, His Parents And The Police Showed Up At My Door

Curled my hair.

Spent nearly an hour carefully applying makeup over the scars on my neck.

And for a few fragile moments while standing in front of the mirror, I almost believed maybe the night could feel normal.

It didn’t.

The second I walked into the gymnasium, regret hit me immediately.