My shoes scratched against the gray linoleum of the halls, shoving and pushing past ego-tistical high school kids who think it's more important to look nice than keep their own grades up. White walls smelled of cigarette smoke, windows smudged from finger prints and kiss marks from people's lips. People stood shoulder to shoulder, just amongst the others, in their own little reality. I snapped the top of the thermos up, drips and drops hitting my shirt. Watching my movements, I walked slower, taking a gulp of hot, burning coffee. It warmed my throat with a sting and slash of torture, wincing with the steps I now took. My ears hissed, throbbing with a sharp blade-like feeling. A free spot in the crowd appeared, and ran for my chance. The coffee sloshed against the thermos, along with onto my silk shirt. The feeling of the fluid harming my skin felt better than me hurting my head a few days ago. The stinging, the aching, the throbbing, the agony, it all just felt like heaven. Passing the children, I was sure to keep my sweater arms low over my bruises, to hide the circles and scars of the needles. Not everybody needs to know my secrets.
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Novela Juvenil"I-I, I remember seeing her face, bu-but I-" "Sir, please. We understand this is a hard time for you but you must relax, please, try to speak clearly." The metal cuffs on his wrists stung the blood that surged for the rope burns. He teeth seethed wi...
