Katrina
I hated the night.
For the first time, a bed wasn't a welcome reprieve. Instead, I was alone with the feelings I tried so desperately to ignore.
I could barely sleep, which meant hours alone with my thoughts. My exhaustion was no competition for my horrors.
When the endless darkness finally edged toward gray, I didn't know if I had really slept, but I was thankful that another night passed.
I threw off the sheets and wandered around my room. I tentatively tried the door, and it was unlocked; it had been unlocked since my first morning here. The door Zavier broke down was fixed that day without anything being said about it. I bet he forgot to install a new lock system or whatever it was, but I wasn’t going to remind him.
I walked barefoot up and down the dark hall, trailing
