The moment I stepped back into the school hallway, the lights overhead flickered.
Once.
Twice.
A soft buzz crawled under my skin, like something electric lived in my bloodstream.
I rubbed my arms, trying to shake it off.
Everything felt too sharp again—sounds layered over each other, footsteps behind me louder than they should’ve been, like echoes that didn’t belong.
I tried not to flinch as someone brushed past, barely grazing my shoulder.
But it felt like heat.
Too much heat.
What’s wrong with me?
The question sat in my chest like a weight.
I wasn’t sick. I wasn’t panicking.
But I wasn’t normal, either—not anymore.
I passed the mirror in the girl’s bathroom and paused.
Not because of what I saw, but because of what I felt.
A pull.
A nudge I couldn’t name.
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