Sera Pov

I waited until the dorm was a silent, no footsteps in the hall or muffled laughter from the common room.

I counted to three hundred after the last door clicked shut. Then I slipped out of the room with the towel slung over my shoulder as the chest binder already itching under my hoodie.

The straps had been digging into my ribs all day and every breath was a reminder that I was living half a life.

When I entered in the bathroom I locked the main door behind me with a click. I ...