I woke up. I woke up in the same place I have been waking up in for the past six months, and I’m sick of it.   I’m sick of seeing this hell every time I open my eyes. I hate it. I don’t know how I got here, who I am, who brought me, or what happened.   All I know is that I want to leave. To escape. To be free. But wit

What happens when your best friend shows up at your house at 11:35pm and drags you to a dance studio?