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.

says, noticing where my focus is. “Eight days of

their hands on

whole new

“I...1...d-d-don”

with something that will help you loosen your tongue.

I was going to do. He was going to get the answers he wanted whether I was willing to give them

anger melt away the pain in my

long.” I

that is next to my bed. I take small slow sips, my teeth hurt and moving my jaw reminds me how many hits I

painful, I don't really want to go into it, but my bully is rarely the one who puts her hands

for that. She directs her “punishments’ and supervises to make sure they are carried out. As for this time, I

wasn’t a way for me to catch their scent. She did speak to me though and informed me

in the way.’ As for her, no one believed me when I brought it up originally,

that actually gets rewarded when I get punished based on the manipulative lies she tells. She preys on