Heartbroken

Every Act Has Consequences

I finally got off the floor, to which I've felt like I've been on for hours, and stumbled over to the sink, gripping it like it was my life.

I forcefully turned on the faucet and splashed a handful of water on my face, breathing a little too heavily.

"It hurts..." Amity said, gripping her stomach.

"Maybe I should ask Emira's girlfriend to help...no...no, that's a bad idea..."

She walked out of the bathroom, bruises on her face, her arms, her legs, everywhere.

She walked into the hallway...

She walked into the classroom...

She walked to the entrance...

She walked to the...