Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
The pain was unbearable, a twisting agony that knotted in my stomach and spread throughout my body. I could not stop vomiting, even though my stomach was empty, and the dry heaves only made things worse. Each retch sent shockwaves of discomfort coursing through me, leaving me feeling more awful than I ever thought possible. My mind felt hazy, like a fog had settled over my memories, and I struggled to piece together the fragments of the previous night.
The last thing that came to me with any clarity was the judgmental glares and disgusted expressions from the crowd after my fight with Nicole. Their eyes burned into me, each and every glance heavy with disdain. I could still hear the whispers, the sneers, echoing in my mind, and my heart sank deeper into
