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I didn't sleep.
The house was silent, but my brain was on repeat. Mentally weighing my options behind my eyelids.
I know I needed to talk about how I wrecked I felt inside. But it can't be therapy, right?
I'd curled into my sheets, twisting in and out of uncompleted dreams, none of which gave me any peace. When light cracked through my blinds, I still hadn't achieved a good hour of sleep.
I'd fake normalcy and have breakfast with everyone but Mum saw right through me, she threw a pity party for me. I grab my plate and pretend I will finish my breakfast in my room.
So when the knock came at noon, I almost didn't answer, avoiding another round of therapy suggestions.
But then I heard a voice, two voices, actually.
"Open up, you Rapunzel," came Tori, muffled through the door.
