Pain surged through her whole body. Gasping with eyes widening, she laid on the cold floor. Swallowing hard, she squinted her eyes shut till tears brimmed around and latched onto her thin lashes. With a jab in her stomach, wincing and slightly screaming, her hands formed into fists. As the object sunk deeper into her stomach, the knuckles of her hands turned white, trying to contain her agony. Jaw clenching, body twitching, and throat tightening, she laid there, not having enough energy to fight back.
"Cry. Cry like the baby you are." A voice, laced with venom, cackled. "You were never strong, and you think you can come and act like you own this place. You're so selfish. You bitch."
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Many more objects that seemed like feet, but felt like knives, joined in to increase her pain. Kicking and stepping on her what was once a beautiful white blouse, was now trampled and decorated with mud and footprints. Tugging her dark locks, pulling them till her scalp screamed, ruining her tidy hair in a bundle of loose strands. Bruises that looked like they would last a life-time, painted in no particular pattern around her slightly tanned body.
"Trying to look strong?" The voice scoffed. "You couldn't be strong even if you tried." The jabs seeped deeper. With endless kicking and jabbing, her mind was swirling. Not with questions, but it felt like mush; just liquid swishing around in what she calls a head. But then. It stopped. They had stopped.
Head pounding, she made no effort in trying to stand, nor did she even question the reasoning to why they had suddenly disappeared. With eyes still closed shut, a tear had escaped. It glistened in the light, and gently rolled off the side of her head. Her body ached in a type of pain that was indescribable. Laying on the floor of the hallways, she had gritted her teeth, she found it hard to breath and her throat had tightened to such extent that it was chocking her.
Knowing that she had to leave the school before anyone had seen her and look down on her, anyone would know that it would be difficult. Well, since her friends had left her for their own reasons and she was left to fend for herself. Fortunately, it was the end of the day, so she could go home without any social interaction. Once finding a good time where she didn't feel too much like shit, she slowly hauled herself up. Grabbing tightly to the handle of the blue locker, she brought her legs up and hoisted herself up. Legs shaking with uneasiness, she winced in pain every time she needed to move a muscle. Once she was okay to continue walking, she reached out and grabbed the next handle. Her head spun and she felt dizzy. Just thinking it was an effect from her beating, she pushed the thought away. Ever so slowly, she took a step forward - just as if an infant were to take it's first steps. Unstable and shaking. Though the agony took over, she had to get home. And she made her way through the spinning hallways.
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"Those bitches. Wait till I get to school, I'm going to beat their asses up. They are going to be so sorry they had ever messed with you." Mi-Young sharply exhaled, as Hyung-Jae dabbed the ointment onto Min-Jee's bruises. The pinkette had ripped multiple pieces of paper into shreds and had ate two tubs of cotten candy ice cream, already on her third.
"Mi-Young. Calm down, and stop eating so much ice cream." Hyung-Jae scolded, not taking her eyes off her patient.
"I can't. You know that I am very emotional and I'm a stress eater. Leave me and my ice cream alone." The pink headed female said raising a chin high in the air and pulled the tub closer to her chest, pulling it into a hug. Shaking her head, Hyung-Jae looked towards Min-Jee.
"Are you feeling any better?" She asked, concern glazed her eyes.
"I still feel like crap, but I guess I'll live." Min-Jee replied as she swallowed hard. With a nod of understanding, the older female wrapped bandages around the injured areas.
"Hopefully that's all I need to do, and you'll heal okay. You need to rest and let your body repair itself." Hyung-Jae placed her hands on her lap and slowly pushed herself up. Extending a hand, she offered to help the dark locked female. Accepting the hand, Min-Jee slowly made her way down to stand on the ground. Once she was stable, she let her grasp go and took a step towards her bed.
"I'm going to bed. You guys can leave any time. Just don't watch me sleep." She said, making herself comfortable. They made a humming noise and left the room. She was alone, and now she could think. She was confused and worried that even after Hyung-Jae tended her wounds, she still felt light-headed, and dizzy. She lifted her eyelids open, only to be met with the swirling sight of the roof of her room.
Shaking her head, she pushed away the thought and started to drift into a slumber.
She didn't have a single thought about it.
Only if she knew.
