Hazel pov
Monday was the worst day of the week. It always was. I woke up feeling like someone had tied heavy weights to my arms and legs. My alarm went off at six-thirty. It was loud and annoying. I hit the button hard to make it stop. I just lay there for a long time, staring at the blank ceiling. My body felt heavy. My mind felt tired. The weekend was over. The weird, scary feeling of being followed yesterday still stuck to my skin like dirty water. I could still feel the panic in my chest. I took a deep breath, making sure my lungs were working right. No asthma attack today. I could not handle that today.
I dragged myself out of bed. The wooden floor was freezing against my bare feet. I walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror. I looked pale an
