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The only memories she has are of her suffering. She has tak...
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"pour water over each wound. what about the wound inside me, the wound i was born into? where do i pour when i am the wound? i am what wounds me."
chapter 20
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The walk to Endeavors house was an almost out of body experience.
Noa couldn't tell you how far it was, or how long she was walking for. She probably looked crazy -walking around nearly half conscious and covered in bruises, the tattered UA gym uniform barely holding on to her body. If she had been mentally present enough to notice, she would've seen some of the strange looks she got from passerby.
But she was on autopilot right now.
Move your left foot. She kept telling herself. Now your right. Good. Almost there.
It's a familiar feeling, this lights-on-no-one-home thing. She should've seen it coming. All the signs were there- everything that happened today pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
One she had already been struggling to balance on.
Winning the festival and getting muzzled and chained in front of millions of people was only the finale. The big push to send her falling off that edge and falling flat on her face.
Today awakened and then broke something in her. Something she didn't even know existed but had been there, deep down, for a long time. Now that she knows it's there and the wounds are fresh, it's all she could feel.
The sun was starting to set by the time she made it. Her feet stopped right in front of the door, on top of the welcome mat that seemed incredibly ironic at the moment. With a deep breath she stepped inside, letting the door shut quietly behind her.
It was eerily silent inside, the sun peeking through the windows and dancing around the dust in the air. It was such a small thing to notice, but it made everything feel so bizarre. Like none of it was real.
A fake house with fake walls and fake floors and fake rooms.
The only real thing about it was the horror show that went on inside.
At least there's that. That was real. Is.
Noa shook her head slightly, trying to clear her thoughts. She had to do this quickly, wasting time on trivial things wouldn't do anything to help her.
It really was quiet, though. She couldn't hear anything but her own footsteps as she made her way to her room and shut the door behind her.
After a quick look around her dull and nearly empty room, she decided she wouldn't miss it.
She grabbed the biggest backpack she could find and started shoving it full with whatever she could see. Spare clothes, her extra school uniform, phone charger and a few other miscellaneous things she though she might need.
