In a dimly lit room, a girl sat against the cold white wall of the bathroom with her face devoid of any emotions. The bathroom mirror was already fogged up, blurred like her vision. The shower roared behind her, its hot stream creating thick clouds of steam that curled into the cold winter air leaking from the drafty window. Outside, cold freeze wind tapped softly against the glass, but inside, everything was loud. Her heart. Her breath. Her thoughts.
She sat curled up on the tile floor, knees pulled to her chest, soaking wet even though she hadn’t stepped under the water. Her dress clung to her skin, heavy with damp, but she couldn’t feel the cold. Or the heat. Just the tightness in her chest, the dizzying pressure in her head.
Hey everyone, I just wanted to open up a little with you all. I come from a very middle-class family, and this year I’m starting college. It’s a big step for me, and while I’m really excited, I also want to do my part and ease the load on my family—especially when it comes to expenses. That’s one of the reasons I’ve been working hard on my stories and content. If you’ve been enjoying them, even a little support—whether it’s reading, voting, buying, sharing, or following—means so much to me. Thank you for standing by me. This journey wouldn’t be the same without you.
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