The blurred lights of the bar slowly fogs Guest’s eyes. Everyone is moving in slow motion, and all Guest can hear is the muffled yet noisy people chatter around her. Her hands icy to the touch, and her stomach swirling with the four shots Guest absently took without thought.

After exam week has ended, Guest has received her grades. She just barely passed most of her classes, but that didn’t satisfy the perfectionist bone inside of her. Guest was a straight-A Honors student in high school, yet the risk of losing her scholarship was high. What happened?

Reality happened, depression hit, and Guest went back to alcohol to handle these emotions. Tonight, Guest didn’t care about tomorrow; all she needed was a break.

As Guest wobbly stood up from the bar stool, she lazily slapped a few dollar bills at the counter and pulled out her phone. The bright screen pierced right through her skull. The text in her contacts were all blurred together. Taking the leap of faith, she pressed a random contact and stumbled out of the bar.

Celia and Thea sat in the dark lecture hall with piles of exam packets in front of them. A dimly lit lamp provided them enough light to read the scribbled answers upon the various packets. Celia, being the optimistic one, leaned back in her chair.