April's pov
I woke to a dull ache pulsing through my legs, a painful reminder of the night before. Slowly, I pushed myself upright, wincing as the stiffness set in. My gaze drifted to the clock on the wall, 7:00 a.m.
School.
An email had come in earlier, announcing that classes would resume today. It felt odd. They’d originally declared a two-week holiday, and now, without explanation, they had reversed the decision. Just like that, back to normal.
Nothing about this felt normal.
As I got ready for school, my hands moved on their own, but my mind was far from the mirror or the clothes I laid out. Every time I blinked, the memories returned dark, violent flashes of the night I wanted to forget. The fear. The helplessness. The way their laughter still echoed in my ears.
I should have
