My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

I blink away the crap gluing my eyes shut. Then take a slow look around trying not to move much. I am really getting tired of waking up feeling like I

got hit by a truck and not recognizing where I'm at. This has become an all too familiar situation and it’s pissing me off.

“You're awake Little One. It's nice to see you moving around again. You gave everyone quite a scare. You don't seem to do anything halfway though,

do you?”

I tilt my head sideways on the scratchy pillow. “Where am I this time? And why does it hurt to talk?” That hurt far more than it should have. I must be

really messed up. I blink over at Warrior Osiston standing next to a door that, I assume, leads to the hallway.

I take a good look around and assess my situation, my eyes seeming to be the only thing that work without pain, still moving slowly through the

stiffness. I'm covered in IV's and wires, but none of the awful beeping sounds are coming from the machines.

focus is. “Eight days of that sh*t is torture in itself. Speaking of

full ability to speak, I want to know who put their hands on you.” The absolute menace in his voice made

whole new side

“I...1...d-d-don”

Sylvia dose you with something that will help you

took a deep breath, deciding what I was going to do. He was going to get the answers he wanted whether I was willing to

away the pain in my face and

The truth is, I have had a bully for far too long.” I

slow sips, my teeth hurt and moving my jaw reminds me how

to go into it, but my bully is rarely the one who puts her

are carried out. As for this time, I didn’t see who tortured me

so there wasn’t a way for me to catch their scent. She

am just in the way.’ As for her, no one believed

on the manipulative lies she tells.