I stirred awake, blinking for a second due to the sun almost blinding me as I lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Yesterday’s incident played on my mind.
What i wanted at this point was the numbness to fill me up. A groan left my lips as I shifted on the bed, trying to ease my pain.
My cheek had been bruised and hurt. The agony was excruciating as I tried to sit up, but it was better than the bruise on my chest. My body was sweating, my breath was heated, and my head hurt. It was clear that I was getting the flu.
My legs buckled as I got out of bed, nearly toppling over. My cheeks began to water; yesterday served as a reminder of the past.
My last punishment or beating had been a long time ago. these served as a reminder that, despite my best efforts, trying to get out of situat
