Tabitha
If I thought there wasn’t a deeper depth to hating Mathias, then today was certainly an eye-opener. With each ba-dum that drummed against my chest, pain jolted through every fiber of my body like a seismic wave. I gripped the sides of my basin in the bathroom with steel will. Hopelessly fighting against the stream of salt carelessly trickling into the basin, and resisting the urge to soothe my burning mark with my touch. I can’t dare shut my eyes because I will end up replaying my ugly moments at the field. And as much as my knees were threatening to give out, I couldn’t leave the bathroom for my bed, terrified that Madam Karen or another staff member might just walk in and drag me into another lion’s den.
“Why…” my tiny voice seeped out of my raspy throat, “Why did you do this,
