THOUGHTS
CHAPTER 40 The next few days passed like fever. I stopped sleeping. I stopped eating properly too—just nibbled whatever was handed to me and washed it down with alcohol or cold water. Sometimes both. My roommates noticed, but they never asked. Everyone was too wrapped up in their own messes. Besides, they’d seen worse. I started avoiding mirrors again. Every time I looked, I felt like I was waiting to catch myself not blinking. Waiting to see if the girl in the glass moved a second too late. It wasn’t just paranoia anymore. Something was shifting. My body didn’t always feel like mine. My arms twitched when I was still. Sometimes, my heart beat too fast for no reason. I’d forget where I was mid-sentence. I’d look at my own handwriting and swear I didn’t write it. Worse still, I began
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