My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Chapter 0159

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

on the floor

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,

of

come out of that. You weren't even hit that hard or given

didn’t realize there was anyone

only smell my own

be good. I do a physical check while she yammers on about me being weak

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

bleeding, maybe both, but something is for sure not right

but I don’t have the body control to even look

than the whipping from

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

some spectacular bruising

your smart*ss remarks. I'm just here to tell you to stay away from

the little air I can take