Inara
I return to my locker room under the insults of the spectators.
I walk over to the sink, and my nose is bleeding. I spit out blood.
I look at myself in the mirror, and my reflection makes me want to vomit: a bluish eye that will surely turn purple, a big scratch on my forehead, wounds on my arms and legs, and a cut on my neck.
I let out a nervous laugh at my unrecognizable face and body.
You’re such a dumb b***h, Inara!
I punch the mirror hard, shattering it into a thousand pieces. At this point, one more injury won’t make a difference.
"You’re even crazier than I thought!"
I turn my head and meet Alexander’s gaze. I’m not surprised he’s here, since I recognized his silhouette while I was on the ground.
A public humiliation in front of him, just great.
"What are you doing h
