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I head for the girls' bathroom before going to the Dining Hall. As I glance at myself in the mirror, I'm glad, I decided to do so. My face is pale like freshly fallen snow and my eyes give away the feeling of panic, that's stirring inside me. I flush my face once, twice. I take a look at myself, then flush it again. I can't join my friends like this. They'll know, something isn't right. I begin rubbing my cheeks to add some colour to my face. I stare into my frightened eyes. How do I fix those? I can't even stop thinking about what I just heard, how can I shake away the feeling of terror? After a while, I stop trying. I drain the water from my face, then rub my cheeks some more. I look quite alright, except for my haunted eyes. That's fine. I'll just avoid looking at anyone. I take a dee