My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip.

“Ugh.” What is that sound? And why does my head hurt so badly? Where am 1? I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they are being weighed down

by something. I move my eyeballs around behind my eyelids really slowly and then try opening again. This time I get light through just a sliver of an

opening in my eyelids, but everything is fuzzy. I blink some more willing something to come into focus.

Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip.

I squeeze my eyes shut, which actually hurts, then crack them open again and get enough body awareness to shift my head toward the sound that is

like nails on a chalkboard in this otherwise silent space. Finally I can see it. One of the faucets in the communal showers is dripping, I’m still in the

locker room. Why was I in the locker room? The obnoxious sound is coming from the water hitting the metal soap shelf and then the drain and

sending chills up my spine. I slowly move my head back forward, why am I so slow and groggy? Even thinking is hard. I don’t think I am standing, but

I don’t think I’m on the floor either. Huh.

what can I do? I can smell, maybe. I

try again more slowly this time, expecting the pain. Blood. All 1 smell is blood.

lot of it. What the

too long for you to come out of that. You

light goes off near me and makes me flinch. I didn’t realize there was

smell

check while she yammers on about

knees hurt which unfortunately is a good and bad sign, I have some sort of use of my legs,

bleeding, maybe both, but something

from being tied up or dragged around, but I don’t have the body control to even look at myself yet. This may

the whipping

bucket of sand into my mouth

spectacular

with your smart*ss remarks. I’m just here to tell you to stay away from the twins, permanently. They

kick to my stomach makes me choke on the little air I can

them.” Kick to my other side. At least

to focus on where I hear her voice. She isn’t close enough