Sticks and Stones

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I'm just glad it's the end of the week. I can just mope the whole weekend feeling sorry for myself.

You're so pathetic.

Just have to endure one more school day then I'll be free. I sit up slowly the soreness of my stomach causing me to move slower and more careful.

I scurry to the bathroom renewing my bandages. The skin around the wound slightly bruised with a sickly yellow.
Stretching my torso I instantly regret the soreness making my core muscles quiver.

Taking a deep breath I rested my weight on the counter. Removing my glasses I rub the tiredness from my eyes. One more day.

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English class was brain numbingly boring. I sat uncomfortably on the desk seat shifting every so often. I put my hand in my shirt, fiddling with my bandage. Stroking the soft, textured fabric I felt a warm stickiness between my fingers. It quickly dried on my skin as I rubbed my fingers together.

Taking my hand out from my shirt I stop writing. Blood dried on my fingertips seeping into the sides of my nail beds. The disgusting smell of metal and another indescribable smell wafted into my face.

My heart picks up pace as I stand up walking towards the teachers desk.

"Uhm. Mr. Short? May I be excused?" I mumbled impatiently shifting my weight.

"Did you finish your rough draft?" He asked not looking up at me. I walked back to my desk hurriedly grabbing the paper.

Slapping it down on his desk I stomped out heading to the washroom. Checking all the stalls I checked around every corner, paranoid. The usual opened door to the boy's washroom I closed, turning the inside door lock.

"H—okay." I breathed unbuttoning my shirt. The bandage stained with a red blotch growing ever so slowly. Slowly unravelling it around my waist the gauze fell off onto the counter. 

The horrible smell wafted up into my face. I gagged holding the collar of my shirt over my nose. The yellow colour of the bruises around the cut slowly turning green.

"Oh god.." I gasped a mixture of blood and infectious liquids.

Taking some paper towel I ran it under some water slowly dabbing it on the sore tissue.

"Ah—fuuuu-" I hissed the pain to unbearable.

Suddenly a knock at the door startled me I quickly closed my shirt. The door rattled as someone tried to open it.

"Wasd? Are you okay? It's me Finn." I sighed unlocking the door sticking my head around the door. His surprised face stares at me. I grab his shoulder pulling him behind me.

"Wasd what are you..." He drifted looking at the bandages laying on the counter. I locked the door slowly turning towards him.

"I need your help. I hope you aren't squeamish." I closed my eyes lifting my shirt. He gasped stepping back.

Opening my eyes he stepped closer to me taking a better look of my stomach.

"What happened? That's definitely infected." He said positively. I shifted awkwardly.

"Oh sorry." He said stepping back scratching the back of his neck. I closed my shirt back up.

"Finn, don't tell anyone, please." I looked up at him my hand resting on his shoulder. His face turning a hue of red. He said nothing, just nodding.

"Thank you." I wrapped my arm around him hugging him tight.

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Shortish chapter sorreh. But I finally updated yippee!! Geez the angst is real tho. See ya latah bye!!!!