VERY WRONG

Trailing my suitcase through the door, it was good to be home.

‘Nice to have you back,’ my mum, Karen, then 39, beamed in October 2014.

I was back home in Nottingham, after completing my first term at Liverpool John Moores University.

I was studying Psychology and Criminology and now I had a weeklong break and was determined to make the most of it.

‘I’m out with the girls this weekend,’ I told Mum.

‘You’re feeling better now then,’ she chuckled.

Just a few weeks before, I felt like I was on death’s door.

Putting it down to freshers’ flu, I wasn’t too concerned.

And as Saturday night rolled around, my friends and I got ready for a night out.

‘How’s uni then?’ I asked the girls, desperate to hear all about their first few weeks there.