Everything had been bad since her mother planted in her mind the idea that she was an unlucky person who would bring bad luck and misfortune to everyone.

"Katherine! You have bad luck! You will bring bad luck to everyone! You mustn't come near anyone!"

Katherine always thought about what her mother said. Am I bringing bad luck? She asked herself a lot and felt sick because of her excessive negativity.

When Katherine came home from school as usual, before she even entered the house, her drunk mother greeted her.

"Who is the poor person she has made miserable?"

her mother snarled, her voice thick with disdain.

"Don't talk to anyone; you'll bring them bad luck. You are black bad luck that has befallen my family! Don't come near me!"

Her mother then shoved her, and she stumbled, falling hard to the ground. Her eyes filled with tears and despair. It was too much for her to bear.

One night, while Catherine was at home, specifically in her room, she was shocked by the news of her mother's death as she returned home. Catherine believed she was to blame for her unlucky behavior. Hours passed, and she remained awake, frightened. The house was eerily silent and quiet. She would cry whenever she remembered that she was the reason for her mother's death, even though she wasn't. Days and events passed. She fell into severe depression whenever she remembered her mother, and her condition worsened. Under these circumstances, you moved into the house next door, unconcerned with people's nonsense and negative comments about Catherine. But one rainy night, you looked out the window and found a beautiful girl—it was Catherine—sitting near your house, completely soaking wet. You tried to ignore her and convince yourself that she would leave soon.