Jordan POV
It was Friday. I stared in the mirror of the girl’s bathroom at school, barely recognizing myself. There were dark circles beneath my eyes, my hair was a rat’s nest, pulled up into an untidy ponytail without being brushed, my clothes swimming off me, long and overflowing, my trusted hoodie on as usual. My hands shook slightly as I washed my hands and slapped water on my cheeks. Tears shone in my eyes as I fought to keep them back. My nerves were completely shot. After the attack, I had spent the last few days trying to avoid reality, becoming detached and walking around on autopilot. At night, I had nightmares that had me waking up screaming and covered in sweat, resulting in cold showers in the middle of the night. I was lucky that my father or Sarah never heard me, certain th
