From yesterday to today, Carrie feels like she has experienced a dream.

First, it was a terrible nightmare, when she saw that her lower body was gushing with blood and her lower abdomen was painful like a knife, she thought she was going to die. Mother told her that when you feel death coming, it is God's call to you, to accept it and return to God's embrace... But she couldn't, she was still so young, she had lived under her mother's almost captivity for fifteen years, she had just come out of the "cage", her new life had just begun, she didn't want to see God so early, even... She didn't like God at all.

So she screamed in horror, vented, and hysterically appealed to the rest of the people, but instead of a sympathetic helping hand, she saw disgust, contempt, and ridicule, and they looked at themselves like monsters, saying things they didn't understand, and throwing strange things at themselves, which she later learned was called "tampons", and the pain she experienced was called "menarche", symbolizing a girl's first steps from youth to maturity.

She lost face, and there were many times more white eyes and ridicule around her than usual.

And it's all those hateful girls who are causing all this, Chriss, Sue... She clearly remembered the ugly faces of no one, and she hated them... And, his own mother.

She hadn't told herself anything, she hadn't told herself what she should know as a girl, her greatest hope was to keep herself on a tight leash, and she thought that all private things were sins and were displeasing to God.

It was she who indirectly caused her own ugliness.

But Carrie has no reason to blame her, because she is her own mother, and she has to endure this nightmare alone.

Even she herself considered herself an anomaly, and in the midst of her pain she awakened an incredible power, as if she had been born with a curse.

But everything changed since the man appeared, and the nightmare seemed to turn into a sweet dream.

It turned out that it was not only he who had that kind of power, not a curse, but a talent, and he told himself that she was unique.

She should be on top, not left in the dust.

He taught himself how to use that power, how to teach those who laughed at him a lesson, and she learned to make Chrissy break two of her front teeth... Hehe, even if Susan agrees, she won't be able to go to the prom.

The man was right, she should use her strength, it's not a big deal.

Then everything seemed to start to look good.

Tommy, the most handsome boy in the class, also has a good personality, he is Sue's boyfriend, everyone says they will be the king and queen at the ball, but he accosted himself today?!

It's unbelievable, oh God, how good he smiles, Carrie vaguely guesses that it might be because of Sue, but maybe Tommy really likes herself... Who knows..

He even invited himself to be his dance partner, and even sat at a table with him to eat at noon, he always found his favorite topic, and his eyes were different from everyone else..

Carrie spends the day in unspeakable joy, two men, one helps her regain her self-confidence and tells her that she is not alone, and the other brings her joy and makes her feel liked.

This is the life she really wants, not hiding in a small dimly lit house and praying to a cold statue with a Bible in her hand.

Tommy offered to send Carrie home, much to her detriment, but when she saw the emaciated figure from afar, she refused in horror.

She almost forgot that her mother came back to pick her up today.

Margaret White, Carrie's mother, was a devout Catholic, and for the first half of her life, she lived a harsh and lonely life according to the rules of a nun, until later, a mob broke into her house and brutally reincarnated her.

Margaret did not choose to commit suicide to wash away her filthy and sinful self, but survived and gave birth to Carrie.

However, many people say that this is not a blessing for either her or Carrie.

"Who is he?" Margaret stared closely behind Carrie.

"Who are you talking about, Mom? I don't understand what you mean."

"That boy, he's been following you, he's greeting you.."

Margaret's face was pale and rough, her hair was dry and messy, and her body was thin, and she looked like she was shrouded in a gloomy dark cloud, and many children secretly called her "witch".

"Mom, let's hurry up, I don't know any boy." Carrie nervously urges that she can't let her mother know her secret, at least not yet.

Margaret stared at Tommy for a few more moments before withdrawing her gaze.

"I have applied to the school again about your withdrawal, and I hope they will agree this time.." Margaret said lightly.

Carrie cried out in disbelief, "Mom, you're crazy... I'm graduating in a few days, why are you dropping out at this time?!"

"I know, I mean tenth grade, of course, it would be better if it could be faster.."

"Why?!I'm doing well at school, I love it here.."

"Oh, is it?" said Margaret, turning her head and saying coldly, "Do you feel that way even if you are called a freak or a madman?"

Carrie exclaimed angrily, "It's not my fault, it's all because of you, you never told me about menarche, you caused all this.."

"Yes, it's me.." Margaret's eyes suddenly became extremely cold and resentful, and she said fiercely: "My best choice was to strangle you to death in swaddling clothes!"

"Mom.." Carrie was stunned and muttered.

Margaret's emotions gradually calmed down, she put her arms around Carrie, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "I love you, Carrie, and I will always love you."

Carrie was silent for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "Me too, Mom.."

"Let's go back and ask God for forgiveness, that will make you better."

“.... Hmmm.."

...

At the same time, Carlo came to the bar last night again, and it was different from yesterday, the owner of the bar today was a different person, a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body and a smile, and also a pair of pale pink eyes.

"This is a bar that I opened with my sister and we work shifts.."

The bar owner explained.

Carlo smiled, did not speak, and seemed to accept his explanation.

He looked around, there seemed to be more female customers in the bar today, and there was even only one male customer left, Bobby, yesterday's Bobby, who was lying in the middle of a group of sexy babes drinking happily.