Xia Ling looked paler than usual as she picked up the box of roses.
To the horror of her roommates, she hurled it to the ground with immense force. A shrill sound echoed across the room as the crystal fragments scattered on the ground.
"Xingling, you…" Lan Lan was too shocked to speak.
Xia Ling could not be bothered with her. With a blank, look she mechanically got a broom, swept the fragments up and transferred them into a black trash bag. She then left the room, walked three streets out, and dumped the trash bag into the largest and dirtiest bin she saw.
The night was dead silent.
She dragged herself back to the dorm, exhausted, and tucked herself in.
The nightmares kept coming.
