Natalia slammed her bedroom door, shutting out the rest of the world. She tore off her jacket and flung it across the room, watching it sail over her desk and crumple against the wall. The pressure in her chest refused to dissipate.
She kicked off her shoes next, sending them skittering across the hardwood floor. One hit her nightstand with a thud, knocking over a framed photo. Natalia ignored it, pacing the length of her room like a caged animal.
"Stupid," she muttered, running her fingers through her long purple hair. "So stupid."
Her reflection caught her eye as she passed her full-length mirror. She stopped, taking in her flushed cheeks and bright eyes. She looked fevered. Unhinged. She hardly recognized herself.
What was happening to her? When had everything become so complicated?
