Lyra

I forced myself up on shaky legs. Every step back to the dorms felt like a mile.

Through the fog in my brain, all I could think was: Who had done this? And why did hatred follow me everywhere I went?

I stumbled through the woods, barely aware of my surroundings. All I wanted was to collapse into my bed and forget this nightmare.

I nearly wept when I saw my dorm room, pushing myself to complete the final distance.

The moment I flicked on the light, ...