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.

I don’t think I can move, what can I do? I can smell, maybe. I try to inhale.

on fire now, for sure broken ribs. I try again more slowly this time, expecting the pain. Blood. All 1 smell is

lot of it. What the

about time you stupid weak b*tch. It took far too long for you to come out of

realize there was anyone

smell

check while she yammers on about me being weak and

is

bleeding, maybe both, but something is for sure not right on my torso and I can’t feel

don’t have the body control to even look at myself

whipping from a year

try to say something, but it feels like someone dumped a bucket of sand into my mouth

spectacular bruising and broken

you to stay away from the twins, permanently. They are mine and

the way any longer.” A kick to my stomach makes me choke on the little air I can take in. 1

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

sensation flows down my lips. “They. Are. Mine.” I try to focus on where I hear her voice. She