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I did it. I go the dark mark. It stung, and my arm is still sore. I could barley even use it. I had sort of exiled myself from people the past 24 hours trying to recover. I leave my room to get some ice for the pain. I was still in my PJs

 I was still in my PJs

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(your PJs)

I walk down and I walk to the freezer and grab an icepack. I roll up my sleeve and press it gently on the mark.

Mattheo: "What are you doing?"

I jump slightly and turn around. He was leaning on the counter with his arms folded.

Y/n: "You scared me! And I'm just getting an icepack."

Mattheo: "Mark?"

Y/n: "Yeah. Nothing I haven't dealt with before."

He walks to me and moves the ice pack gently.

Mattheo: "Yeah, just, keep it on there for a while. But, don't press too hard. It'll hurt more."

Y/n: "Thanks. I'll see you around. Say hi to Tom for me."

I go back to my room and fall asleep with the ice pack on my arm.







( So sorry this is so short. School just started up, and I don't know what to write. I'll try to make it longer next time)

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