VALERIA.

Everything around me seems to start melting. The walls, the floor… everything. I find myself staring at the golden doorknob in front of me, waiting for it to blend into the background, into a muck of color and odd shapes, so I won’t be tempted to go inside the dorm room.

But it stays there, bright and sharp, as though it’s telling me to grab it so I can see them all.

The problem is, I can’t move. I don’t think I can even breathe. Something is blocking my ...