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.

see and I don’t think I can move, what can I do? I can smell,

now, for sure broken ribs. I try again more slowly this time,

lot of

you to come out of that. You weren’t

didn’t realize there was anyone here with me. I wonder if my

only smell

on about me being weak and useless. Nothing original in her string of

think I can feel them. My knees hurt which unfortunately is a good and bad sign, I have some sort of use

both, but something is for sure not right on my torso and I

tied up or dragged around, but I don’t have the body control to even look

than the whipping

say something, but it feels like someone dumped a bucket of sand into my mouth and throat and as I flex the muscles in

some spectacular bruising and

stay away

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

side. “Stop distracting them.” Kick to my other side. At least two people are helping her. “And stop trying to force yourself on

warm sensation flows down my lips. “They. Are. Mine.” I try to focus on where I hear her voice. She isn’t close