Knowing me, knowing you (Student/Professor)

                                                                                  All my stories are completely free on w*****d! Find me as @Uhtceare_ This is an old version of the story. A fully revised & edited version of this book and its sequel can be found on w*****d!                                                August 08th. 2017     There's something crushing me. I'm lying on my side, my face mere inches from the wall. I want to turn on my back but I can't; I'm scared to. A lump constricts my throat as I feel his presence in the dimly lit room in the wee hours of the morning, shifting, looming. My heart pounds frantically against my chest and a nauseating feeling invades me as I feel him against my back, the darkness, sucking me in. I open my eyes with a gasp, an immediate feel of my chest being squeezed engulfing me. The skin of my forehead is clammy and the thud of my heart resonates in my ears as I try to make sense of my surroundings. I realize there's a constant beeping noise in the room, and I shuffle under the covers to find my phone. Turning the alarm off at 07:45 AM, I can't help but groan in frustration. Then, with a calmer heartbeat, I'm able to remember. First day of senior year. Just 150 more class days and I'll be out of this place. I don't mean it in a wrong way; the whole college experience hasn't been that bad on me, and with the friends that I've made, I'm definitely going to miss this place. However, I still feel like I don't entirely fit here, like I am missing something, anything. I