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 I do? I can smell, maybe. I try to inhale. “Umph,

I try again

of

long for you to come out

makes me flinch. I didn’t realize there was anyone here with me.

smell my

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

is a good and

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

but I don’t

than the whipping from a year

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

spectacular

remarks. I’m just here to tell you to stay away from the twins, permanently. They

my stomach makes me choke on the

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

sensation flows down my lips. “They. Are. Mine.” I try to focus on