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compassion.
     
    ‘ You are that poor girl who was attacked?’ she asks with interest.  
     
    I nod, feeling the blush on my cheeks.
     
    ‘Of course,' she says. 'You were in the hospital, so you couldn't enrol like the other students.’  
     
    Amy is nodding with me, agreeing with what the secretary says. I am glad that I am finally getting somewhere, but I want to get the hell out of this room as soon as possible. I am feeling dizzier and trying everything in my power not to faint in front of them. The tall man in the corner of the room is freaking me out and I attempt to smile as Mrs Lawrence gets up and walks to the other desk to get some papers. It takes her a while to find the right forms and during this whole time, Amy and Mrs Lawrence seem to have no idea that there is someone else in the room.  
     
    ‘ Well, let's see,’ she begins, staring at the computer screen. ‘Four modules are compulsory; you have to have a total of 120 credits.’  
     
    Her words reach me but my mind is blank. The room starts to spin and I am sure that I am going to faint soon.
     
    ‘ I’ll take the same as you,’ I say quickly, looking at Amy who looks bored, yawning in the corner. ‘Can you tell Mrs Lawrence what you have chosen, please? I have to go to the toilet.’ I leave the reception without waiting for a reply from any of them.
     
    ‘ She seems very stressed. That kind of trauma could have an effect on her forever,’ says Mrs Lawrence.
     
    Unfortunately, I overhear the last sentence and I have to take a few deep breaths to try and defuse the heavy feeling in my stomach. The ball of sweat rolls down my cheek and my heart is pounding in my chest. My wound is hurting and I feel officially crazy. My problems seem to be building up. I leave the room and step out into the hall way. The corridor is empty. I find the toilet easily and I vomit the entire contents of my stomach until I feel drained.
     
    After catching my breath I roll onto the floor. I feel as though I am falling apart. A daunting feeling of fear surrounds me. I rinse my face under the cold water and look in the mirror; the face staring back at me looks tired and stressed. I have never in my life been so pale.
     
    I scream, realising that I see another face in the mirror apart from my own reflection. I turn around, horrified, and the handsome individual from my dream is standing right in front of me. For the first time, I can see him so clearly and so close to me. If I reach out my hand, I can touch him and then I would be sure if I really am crazy and imagining it or if he exists for real. But I can't move and I stop breathing. He is just staring at me with his astonishing azure eyes and my whole body tenses while my heart starts to thump. He appears to be surprised and shocked and for the first time in my life I have to look up at a man taller than me. This is the opportunity that I had been waiting for, to discover if the line between reality and delusion could actually be crossed.
     
    ‘ Who are you and why are you following me?’ I try to sound serious but my tone is too husky.  
     
    He looks alarmed. He parts his lips but he doesn’t respond. His eyes are so striking and I have to look away, but I feel as though I am hypnotised by him. I have never seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life. We stare at each other for a long while as time stops and life ceases to exist around me. I lose the sense of reality and close my eyes, trying to concentrate on something positive and keep telling to myself that this is only my imagination. When I open my eyes again, the toilet is empty and he has vanished. I finally exhale and inhale the thick air saturated with my own sweat. I sit down on the floor and realise that there is a piece of paper in front of me. I take the paper and unfold it.  
     
    Getting rid of a delusion makes us wiser than getting hold of a truth.
     
    Don't be afraid of what you see. We are here to help you, but you pretend that we