The bathroom is silent except for the harsh, repeated sound of someone vomiting. The bright white lights make everything look even more real, even more unbearable, as Tara grips the edge of the sink tightly, her knuckles turning pale while her body shakes uncontrollably

Her breathing is uneven, her chest rising and falling too fast, and her eyes are filled with tears that don’t stop falling. The image from a few minutes ago keeps flashing in her mind again and again, refusing to leave her, no matter how much she tries to push it away