My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

When all of my limbs are numb, and I can’t even lift my arms to throw punches, I sit in front Of the new bag and just stare at the hole I produced. The bowels of stuffing and sand spilling out onto the floor in front of me. I don’t even know when it broke.

I just stare and cry, let the emotional exhaustion take over, and a sick, twisted part of me hopes they feel it. Feel it to their core and it brings them to their knees. I want them to feel the pain and heartache that they have contributed to, unconscious or not.

At some point the weariness must have taken over, because the next thing I know, my eyes are fluttering open to the sounds of voices. Angry, but whispering voices. I strain to listen while I take in my surroundings.

“She has broken every bone in both her hands..

White walls, my bedroom walls are white right?

“How is that even possible, she wasn’t down there that long?”

These sheets are scratchy, definitely not mine.

“She punched a hole straight through the brand new bag! It’s one hundred percent possible.

I don’t recognize the smell, I’m not in one of the guys rooms either. I wish these people would shut up, I’m exhausted.

There are stress fractures in both forearms and in her lower legs that have already begun to heal. She is severely malnourished too, but that is probably a result of her level of training and participating in the trials and not replenishing properly. And don’t get me started on the list of old injuries that were never treated properly before she got her wolf.

move my arms to sit up. “Ugh!” Everything hurts, what the

I go in?”

We don’t want to overwhelm herwith too many people, she clearly has had plenty to deal with. It took 2 of us over an hour to catalog all of her

are they talking about? Who are they

someone turn that off?” Is what mumbles out

girl. You’re awake. You have no idea how happy I am to see those

hand. I wince at the gentle

Where

you in when you passed out in the gym and

I can feel my heart rate rising at the

sweetheart. Why didn’t you tell me how bad it

starting to connect

the bullying wasn’t that

cares about helping anyone else,

own status and personal well being. They all just keep their

fit and anyone else paid off. People look the other way when students

with training show up. Why would anyone tell, when there is no