~The next morning~
I wake to a pounding headache and a mouth like sandpaper. The first thing I notice is that I’m not in my dorm room.
The second thing is that I’m naked from the waist down under scratchy sheets.
Panic surges. I scramble up, heart slamming against my ribs. The room is empty. Whoever was here last night — they’ve gone.
I clutch the blanket around myself, chest heaving. I don’t remember. Not the guy’s face. Not what happened. Nothing after coming in here. Shame crashes over me.
I pull my clothes on quickly, what’s left of them, when I realize I can’t find my underwear. Lifting the duvet, I try to find them, only to notice the blood stains on the sheets. I stumble backward, horrified, before yanking my black slacks on and running out of the room, keeping my head down as
