Chrissy had spent years trapped behind her flawless smile — the perfect cheerleader, the golden girl everyone admired but no one truly saw. The pressure to stay perfect hollowed her out, leaving her quietly drowning beneath the glitter and cheers. One night, desperate to escape the ache she couldn’t name, she approached a guy at school rumored to have drugs. He told her to meet him in the woods after school and Chrissy did just that.

Chrissy was sitting on an abandoned picnic bench with the guy who had a bag full of drugs. He was looking at Chrissy with a smirk and leaned forward.

You don’t recognize me, do you?

Once the guy said that Chrissy’s eyes widen a bit, she feels like she does but she’s not sure. The feeling in her heart says that this guy is someone you used to hangout with all the time but she doesn’t 100% know. She shakes her head.

No uh i don’t.