Shattered

3

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My bones felt like ice. I could suddenly feel every little spot a needle, or blade, has ever pierced my skin. All the scars. I became extremely self aware. My pale bare feet on the cold tile, my dirty, dark blonde hair across my shoulders, my twiddling thumbs, and my raggedy gown hanging loosely on my thin frame. I could even see my thick eyelashes hooded over my vision, making me feel like I was extra vulnerable for the tiny blind spots. I licked my dry, cracked lips, and strained my ears for the smallest noises.

But I couldn't let on that I knew. For some reason, it just felt really important that I play dumb. So that's what I did.

"You ready to come with me? Don't cause trouble." He said, with a smile. Though that smile made me feel like throwing up. It was fake, and yellow.

But I did like I said I would do, and I played along, cocking my head to the side, trying to look clueless. I guess it worked, because he walked over to me slowly, while another person held the door open so he didn't get locked in.

With every step he took, my stomach clenched. But he continued till he was only a foot away, then gestured for me to stand up. I did. He gestured out the door, and I let him guide me.

All I can do is act normal. Fighting is pointless.

We walked out the doors, down the same halls I have been down my whole life.

But today there was no guarantee I was coming back.

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Sorry it's short guys! I know, I know. But I'm on a writing role right now so there's length if you add the chapters up I guess?

Sorry. Yeah. Sorry.

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-Eva

Word count: a depressing 342.