koa bailey is a very fragile boy. His family died in a tragic accident when he was only 11 and now he suffers from ptsd. He hates being in his own mind, he hates that his brain plays tricks on him.

I was moving. Walking. Eyes closed. One foot in front of the other but my brain wasn’t moving with me. I’m sleeping. I only had one destination in mind. And that was to make it to her. I don’t know how long I walked for but I got to where I wanted to. I padded through her dorm.