You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang, and lately you were feeling like dying.

You were having constant nightmares and you had dark eyebags under your eyes, you barely ate because you were so tired you weren't hungry anymore.

Victor had started to pick on how easily you zoned out lately, how you seemed to drift off to sleep for a few seconds before opening your eyes wide again while you all hung out and how many times you seemed to "forget" bringing your lunch to the high school.