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.

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

that hurts. My chest is on fire now, for sure broken ribs. I try again more slowly this time, expecting the pain. Blood.

and a lot of

took far too long for you to come out of that. You

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

smell my own

I do a physical check while she yammers on about me

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

am bleeding, maybe both, but something is for sure not right on my torso and

Probably from being tied up or dragged around, but I don’t have

than the whipping from

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

spectacular bruising and broken

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

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

side. “Stop distracting them.” Kick to my other side. At least two people are

Mine.” I try to focus on where I hear