There was something about walking alone at night.
The campus dorms were lit up, and there were people hanging out in the entryways. As I left my dorm and passed a few others on the way toward the library, I heard their laughter, their conversation, and I felt how peaceful they seemed.
It plays a trick on the mind sometimes.
When you thought you were safe, when you thought you could walk among buildings at night, and you thought you’re alone. There was a beauty around you when a person did that, but it could be shattered at any moment. The bubble I used to have where I thought I was safe, where I never even considered that I could be attacked—that was gone.
I knew there was bad in people.
I came to college assuming the worst. I wanted a few loyal friends. That’d been the rule and my go
