The Kit and the Cub

Fear Numbs the Soul

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ight so look i know its been longer than 10 fucking minutes i was doing extra shit for y'all
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Thursday

I woke up but it was still dark. I realized that was because my eyes weren't open. I struggled trying open. I lifted my arm to try and rub the open but almost howled when pain shot all through my body. Then I remembered the beating from last night. I knew I wouldn't be able to move for a few hours, so I willed myself back into a painful nightmare plagued sleep.

I couldn't tell how much time had passed when I was finally able to rip my eyes open but it was much brighter outside. My eyes took a minute to adjust to the onslaught of light. The blaring ringing caused me to grab my head, curling in on myself. It stopped. I slowly uncurled and sat up. I noticed that I was numb, but I could move just not fast. I pushed myself to the edge of the bed and forced myself up on shaky legs.

I grabbed the wall, walking along it till I got to the bathroom. I knew I was home alone. I went to open the toilet, but caught a glimpse of my reflection. I almost vomited. It would have only been stomach acid anyway. I stood fully in the mirror just staring at myself. I noticed the dried blood on my eyes and trailing from my head. I touch my head where the trail starts but I couldn't find a cut or anything that would explain the blood.

It was then that my bladder revoiced it's distress, so I went back to my original plan of pissing. After relieving myself I grabbed my towel and wet it with cold water. I slowly and carefully started to clean away the blood. I had time so I took it. After what he did to me I knew he would be forced to call the school and let them know I wasn't coming in. Doesn't mean I had to stay here. I checked on the bruising and gashes doing as much first aid as I could by myself. I didn't feel as terrible as I should have, I counted it as a blessing.

I continued cleaning up in silence, refusing to shed a tear. I rinsed the blood out of the towel before leaving the bathroom. I shuffled over to the closet, finding my white button up shirt and some black jeans. Changing was a bit more complex than administering first aid. Pain shot through my body when I pulled the shirt around. Almost doubling over in pain, I caught the bed frame before I hit the floor. It took a minute to calm my breathing down enough to move again. Continuing to change, I thought about calling the twins and letting them know I was okay, but thought better of it, knowing that they would want to come check.

Grabbing my keys and phone, I headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. My mom would have my ass if she knew I was running around on an empty stomach. I made a soft sad chuckling noise at the thought of my mom. Memories flooded my brain of the good times before the sickness took the most amazing thing in my life from me. I opened the fridge and got my leftovers from the other day out. When the microwave started my phone vibrated. I assumed it was the twins, Paris, or Mark. Then it buzzed again.

The first text was from the last person on this planet that I wanted to hear from, my dad. Being the usual threats, I skimmed it quickly before promptly ignoring it while taking my food out. The only thing I paid attention to was that the school thinks I got sick and that I'll be out till tuesday which was fine. What was better was the fact that he wouldn't be home for a few nights. The other was from Danny. He heard that I was sick and was asking if I was okay. He thought I caught whatever his little sisters had when I took him home, so he was apologizing. I smiled.