Ch 1

"AMADA!" I jolt upwards gripping whatever it was in front of me out of fear trying to stabilize myself. I was back in my room on the floor. Drenched in sweat. Two hands cupped the side of my face and lifted my head to look at them. It was Mr. Davis my check in from earlier. I looked and realized I was gripping onto his shirt for dear life. " Are you okay?" He asked. I begin loosening my grip. " I think I might be having a psychotic break." I say reaching to move his hands " you're not" he says keeping his hands firmly placed. "We need to have a conversation" he says releasing me.