Someone was screaming.

Two days later, early on a Monday morning, I pushed through the door of the freshmen girls' wing, finally freed from my infirmary room and upright on my own. My heart pitched into my throat at the awful sound. Who was that? And why wasn't anyone doing anything about it? A few girls wandered from the bathroom at the end of the hall and breezed toward me without batting an eye. Did they not hear that? It was so loud and anguished.

One freshman - ...