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.

the damn sounds off.” Osiston says, noticing where my focus is. “Eight days of that sh*t is torture in itself.

to know who put their hands on you.” The absolute menace in his voice made me

was a whole new

“I...1...d-d-don”

have Doc Sylvia dose you with something that will help you loosen your tongue. I prefer you just tell me

to get the answers he

away the pain in my face

the truth? The truth is, I have had a bully for far too long.” I take a second

next to my bed. I take small slow sips, my teeth hurt and moving my

it, but my bully is rarely the one who puts her hands on me or

her “punishments’ and supervises to make sure they are carried out. As for this time, I didn’t see who tortured me

She did speak to me though and informed me that “I will stay away

are hers and I am just in the way.’ As for her, no one believed me when

punished based on the manipulative lies she tells. She