*Im so sorry for the wait-ill explain it all in a broadcasted message*
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Gina
Gina woke up from the throbbing pain in her arm. She rolled up her sleeve and saw that one of the cuts on her wrist was infected. She debated for a long time weather she should go in the bathroom and risk her father hearing or lay there in throbbing pain. She decided that she wasn’t just going to lay there in pain. Getting herself out of bed, she tightened her muscles, braced herself for her father. Her eyes darted around the upstairs. The anxiety of him coming through his bedroom door was overwhelming. She began to shake. She tripped a few times on the way there due to the darkness.
When she looked in the mirror she was almost repulsed by what she saw. Her hair was a mess and all tangled and her eyes looked like they belonged to a raccoon, including the red in them. She pulled out the rubbing alcohol and hydro peroxide and a few cotton balls. She poured some hydro peroxide on a cotton balls and dabbed it over the cut. It burned a lot at first then stuff was oozing out of it. She turned her head.
Ew, she thought.
After it stopped oozing She whipped it with a tissue and poured some rubbing alcohol on another cotton ball. Dabbing the infected cut with alcohol burned more than the peroxide. She threw away the cotton balls and put away the peroxide and rubbing alcohol.
She crept back to her room and dug out her bottle of Advil. She put two tablets in her mouth and threw them back with a bottle of water on her nightstand. Her room was pretty cold so she went into her closet and grabbed a few more blankets for her bed. She closed her window and grabbed the book she was reading off the floor, and crawled back into bed and continued reading.
After about twenty minutes, she closed her boo and rolled over. She curled up in fetal position and looked up out her window. The moon was full and the light streamed through the glass. She did what she learned from a cheesy movie, and lifted her thumb to the moon.
Yupp, no bigger.
It covered the moon with only the white glow surrounding it. She soon fell into a deep sleep that, she secretly hoped, she wouldn’t wake up from.
The next morning Gina woke up from a rattling on her door knob.
“Gina! Open this fucking door!” Her father yelled.
Thank god I locked it last night, she thought.
“What?” she called back.
“If I ever get a call from the school again, you will pay the consequences! I better be understood!” She heard his loud footsteps fading as he walked away.
Her legs started shaking and her palms started sweating. Squinting her eyes shut, she told herself to stop; to turn it off. Turning off her feelings was the only way to live for Gina. She had practiced for so long it became second nature. She liked to feel numb. It kept her safe.
She got out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top that showed off her hip and back dimple piercings, with a short pull. She was skinny and fit so no one ever said anything about her size. She got an occasional “slut” but she laughed it off. She looked herself over in the mirror. She had to admit, she did look pretty hot.
Those workouts really do something, she thought.
She worked out every day. She went to the gym as much as she could, and for as long as she could. It helped her avoid being home and kept her in shape. Once a week, a friend of hers gave her boxing lessons for free. She liked the lessons more than anything, though. It gave her a chance to defend herself in fights; especially ones with her father.
