Better Man// 8:45am

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with your love, your love

i woke up in severe pain; the type of pain where you cant move and it feels like a pole is in your back.

i sit up slowly and hear my spine crack a few times.

i exhale out and look around, realizing that i had fallen asleep on the deck.

my body aches and my eyes are heavy.

wooden floors aren't comfortable.

the sun shone through the tips of the trees, the heat warming my face.

it was sure to be around 9 which meant i missed breakfast. which also means i could get in trouble if people noticed i wasnt there.

i scratched my head in frustration and stood up, making my way to the glass door, sliding it open and closed behind me.

i heard faint voices, probably from the cafeteria and gathering hall, as i made my way down the hall.

the ache in my back pounded into my legs and neck.

i rubbed my neck in a pathetic attempt to ease the pain.

i heard heels clicking on the wooden floors, the obnoxious sound getting closer and closer to me.

shit

i turned around only to be met by a hand of nails digging into the upper part of my arm.

i winced in pain, flashbacks running through my head.

"Ms. Mais where were you this morning ? I dont recall seeing you at breakfast."

her voiced snapped with venom.

i shifted uncomfortably in my position.

"i- i was nowhere." i stammered, "i didnt go anywhere." some confidence showing in my voice the second time around.

"Sure you were, dear" the name rung in my ears.

she started to tug on my arm, probably wanting to drag me into a dungeon.

"get your claws off of me," i pry at her hand and successfully get her hand loosened enough to jump back from her.

"excuse me?!"

her voice is louder than ive ever heard it snd the volume fills the entire hallway.

she gets close to my face, close enough to where i smell her minty breath.

slap.

the impact is so hard it leaves me on the ground, clutching my face.

i could fee my skin begin to burn and bruise in only a few seconds.

"dont ever use those words at me Ms Mais, it'll cost you."

she spits at me. her eyes glaring down on me.

"i expect to see you after morning session." she stomped off, her heels echoing down the halls.

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