Eleanor
My legs didn’t feel like mine as I walked away from them because of how they moved.
They moved mechanically, my heels were just echoing against the tiled corridor, but my mind had stayed behind in that hallway, still frozen if you ask me, still shrinking under Judge Emma’s voice, still trapped beneath the heaviness of the whispers and half-laughed comments that had torn through me like tiny knives.
All the things they said that weren't true, all the things I had never even dared hope for before.
I didn’t know where I was going at first, only that I needed to move, that I needed to put distance between myself and those eyes, those voices, that humiliation.
The moment I turned the corner toward the staff restroom, it felt like the only place in the world I could go without som
