Introduction

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Get it together.

Control it.

Don't feel, don't feel.

I jolt awake, my eyes adjusting to the sliver of moonlight coming through the window. I glance over at my roommate. She's still asleep.

I curl my fingers around the blanket and hear familiar crinkling. With dread, I look down and see the ice spreading across the fabric. I pull my hands back to me with a gasp.

"It was just a nightmare," I breathe, trying to calm myself. I take a deep breath and slip out of bed. The floor is cold under my feet- not that I mind. I open the door of our dorm room, making sure not to wake Ariana.

The hall is silent. It's also dark, except for the light coming from the bathroom a few yards ahead. I walk inside the bathroom and lean against the counter, staring at myself in the mirror. I splash cold water on my face. I should get back to my room. If Ariana wakes up, she'll be worried about me.

The water on my face freezes. My stomach twists, and I try to control the panic rising up in me. I'm trying so hard to control it, but nothing I do is working. Sooner or later, someone will find out.

Coming to college was the worst idea I ever had.

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