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Breaking Point

Author: Ms. Chiamaka
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-03 00:25:23

Savannah

It’s been a few days, and I was starting to believe that my life wasn’t going back to normal anytime soon. I kept trying, but every day I woke up with the same heavy feeling pressing down on me, the same pit in my stomach that refused to go away.

Classes blurred together, and every day, I sat in lecture halls, nodding at professors, scribbling down notes I knew I’d never read again. Some students laughed around me, made plans for lunch, and whispered about weekend trips, but I couldn’t relate to any of it. However, I tried my best to fit in and smiled when I had to, but it felt like wearing a mask that didn’t fit anymore.

And then the paranoia started.

It wasn’t constant at first. Just quick flickers, like a shadow where it didn’t belong. A few times, I saw a car parked too long on the corner, and someone standing at the edge of the quad staring too long before turning away. Still, I tried to stay away from it. Told myself this wasn’t my fight anymore.

But then I saw them.

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