Silent THREAT
Oct 07, 2021
5 minutes
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Unpacking the last of my clothes, I was so glad to be back at university
Now in my final year at Royal Holloway University, I knew it was going to be a tough few months.
Studying psychology, I wanted to do as well as I possibly could in the hopes of securing a job in the field.
‘But first, we party!’ I said to my housemates as we arrived back from the summer break.
And so, for that first week, we partied away, without a single care in the world.
‘I need a night off,’ I laughed on the Thursday in September 2019.
I’d definitely learnt over the years not to overdo it.
Only, the next day, I woke up with a roaring headache.
I hoped it would pass, but on Saturday, I woke up with a piercing pain through
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