"Just turn around and walk away, sweetheart. I'll be nice and pretend I didn't see you, just for today"
With amusement in her tone, Mars gives Amaya a wink. Still, it does not feel overly flirtatious or amusing in any way. Instead, it is almost thre...
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⚠️ read at own risk; extreme bullying, violence, abuse, bruises, hitting, ⚠️
Nine months ago, late March.
"You don't really look like you belong here"
A taller girl looms above her, eyes cold but questioning, in the slightest.
"This school is a rainy one" She says, looking up at the girl above her. Hands cold with the afternoon rain, eyes wet with tears. It's not literal rain, of what she is talking about. What she means are the tears flowing down her cheeks. Even as she wipes at them, furiously, they just keep coming. Feet scraping against the wet concrete, the ugly city air seeping up and into their clothes.
"I don't recommend this place, is all. It rains every day, like this, because the people can be quite cruel"
The girl with tears is dressed in her school uniform, with a tight white shirt and dirty black shoes. It's easy to think of her as anybody with sadness in their lives. She has bandages around her arm, ones which look dirty and wet. The bandages seem to be self-made, with no good technique. She is pretty, this girl. Even with tears running down her cheeks. Pretty as her silent cries echo in the cold alleyway around them. "You're not lying".
The girl can't help but look up again, even as she is embarrassed by her tears.
"What?"
"You're not lying about the school. I've been here for a while. It's not a very good place. But I also know, it's full of pretty girls like you, who shouldn't be sitting alone with their eyes welled with tears"
The girl laying on the concrete ground is quite taken by the other girl's words. Her mouth is left slightly open, and for a moment her tears stop falling. She hesitates, for a second or two, before softly wiping her tears one last time. Standing up from the cold concrete ground she can do nothing but laugh, in a manner that can only be described as quite awkward. Her hands shiver a little. They are, after all, cold from the afternoon rain. And when she dares a smile, the woman in front of her can't help but smile too. She can't stop herself, maybe for the first time. Making this poor girl smile just feels like clearing dark clouds from a sunny sky.
"Now get up, you shouldn't be sitting on the concrete with those bruises on your body"
Mars is the girl above her. And dressed in her school uniform, she smiles at Amaya with a hint of pity in her look.
"Come on, let me help you"
Amaya thinks that she shouldn't accept this girl's outreached hand, but she can't help herself. There is pain, all over. Bruises both old and new. Some feel like they have been there for years. Years and years and years of the same pain. While her other bruises are so new, it pains her to remember the echoed laughter that was here just a few minutes ago. That's just the thing about pain. Unlike all other sensations, pain is something you can never get used to. It's always there, and you'll always feel it. Amaya knows that she certainly will.
