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.

up. “Ugh!” Everything hurts, what

her, please can I go in?” I know that voice. Luna

overwhelm herwith too many people, she clearly has had plenty to deal with. It took 2 of us

about? Who are

hell is beeping? Can someone turn that off?” Is what mumbles out of my mouth as my

I am to see those gray eyes.” I blink again as I focus on Luna

wince at

happened? Where

in when you passed out in the gym and

here?” I can feel my

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

my slow brain is starting to

that bad

have stopped. No one in our school cares about helping anyone else, they Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

about their own status and personal well being. They all just keep their heads down and don ‘t make waves,

anyway the principal sees fit and anyone else paid off. People look the other

that have nothing to do with training show up. Why would anyone tell, when there is no one to tell?”