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3. #SexualMiscommunication

3. #SexualMiscommunication

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I'm I sat strapped to a chair engulfed in darkness. Where was I? I didn't know. But it felt as if I had been strapped to this chair, sitting in darkness for an eternity. I tried to speak but realised. I didn't have a mouth, no I had a mouth but it was sewn together, sewn with nothing, no thread. In fact I realised that I wasn't even strapped to a chair with anything visible. It was as if an invisible force was attaching me to the chair, that same force keeping my mouth shut.

Suddenly lightning flashed around me, illuminating the darkness. I didn't move, I couldn't. I flinched but didn't move, I feared being shocked but realised there was nothing I could do. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. But then the crackling of the lightning stopped. I opened my eyes to see that the Lightning was still flashing but with no sound then instead of the loud crackling booms that were filling the air a couple seconds ago they were replaced with voices. Worse than the crackling.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME, DON'T YOU!" The lighting flashed nearly hitting me.

"I'M SICK OF YOU!" Another bolt, barely missing me.

"I'LL GET HER."

"WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?!"

"YOU'RE SO FUCKING UGLY."

"OY JACKSON, THE NERD HERE LIKES YOU."

"NERD."

"PIECE OF SHIT."

"SEXLESS HARRY POTTER COSPLAYER!"

"IRRELEVANT."

"WASTE OF SPACE AND TIME."

"ABORTION FAILURE."

"IT'S YOUR FAULT."

"Sarah, wake up!"

"I FUCKING HATE YOU."

"OY, you're getting drool on your sheets."

"OMG IT WALKS."

"Sarah!"

I shot up, taking in a large gasp of air while wiping drool off of my face. I looked around my room to find Jackson next to me on my bed.

Wait?!

In my room?! Jackson?! Boy in room?

How did he find my house?

What happened to Roger?

Is my mother home?

How the heck did I get home?

BOY IN ROOM!

I grabbed the hair on my head, as if that would stop the questions but a sharp pain shot through my body. My heart began beating quickly out of my chest, it felt as if it was about to burst. Noticing, my body covered in sweat. As I sat there more pain dramatically shot through my body. My head began thumping, the pain surging from my neck to my skull, then my face. I knew I had a black eye and that it would soon swell, maybe it already was. Next came my solar plexus. My stomach and all of its organs felt as though they had been shot, I wanted to remove my intestines because of the pain, spew all of its contents. My shoulders came after.

Ouch.

"Hey, you shouldn't move around so much." Jackson blankly stated, smiling like an imbecile for some unknown reason.