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.

can’t see and I don’t think I can move, what can

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

a lot of it. What the f*ck is going

stupid weak b*tch. It took far too long for you to come out of that. You weren’t even hit that hard

was anyone here with me.

smell

be good. I do a physical check while she yammers on about me being weak and useless. Nothing original in her

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

shirt is wet or if I am bleeding, maybe both, but something is for

I don’t have the body control to even look

the whipping from a year

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

spectacular bruising

you to stay away from

makes me choke on the little air I

my other side. At least two people are helping her. “And stop trying to

my lips. “They. Are. Mine.” I try to focus on where I hear her voice. She isn’t close enough to be the