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M E N D A C I O U S

(a). Not telling the truth; lying.

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Using the last of my energy, I crawled to the bathtub, coughing violently as the blood from my arm had started to seep through my hoodie. Fortunately I had managed to roll up my sleeves before it was drenched in the red liquid.

I picked myself up, tripping everywhere and almost hitting the hard tiled floor before grabbing the edge of the bathtub and managing to pick myself up again, slowly limping to the sink and the mirror. However my limping was more like gradually falling down and crawling towards the sink. The pain was unbearable, but I had kept telling myself I would be able to pick myself up.

Eventually I did, facing the mirror to see a reflection of me, and I saw my bust lip and blood dripping down my cheek from the cut across my face, and I hoped it wouldn't leave a scar. The side of my other cheek was swollen, and my arms were bruised, blood slowly trickling down and trying to stain my sleeves.

I sighed painfully, the air leaving my throbbing body as I began to wash off the blood on my face and arms, I was also sure my legs were badly bruised. I didn't feel any bleeding on my legs, but I didn't know for sure if I was or not.

My tears dried up and left a dirty stain on my face that faded away eventually after pouring more cold water onto my face. I glided my tongue over my lips, feeling the rough surface of them and accidentally swallowing some remains of the metallic taste of bloods. My nose had looked fine, which I was grateful for. I only had the fucked up lips which would easily heal and fix itself, and the swell on my cheek which would also heal. I just had to sit tight and pray that the cut on my other cheek wouldn't leave a scar, though it didn't seem like it was going to.

My arms were bruised up badly, but they were also going to heal. I could just cover that up with baggy clothing, and I had internally thanked myself again for bringing a spare hoodie. I sat on the floor again, deciding that limping wasn't going to get me anywhere, so instead I crawled to the couch and laid down, waiting for Chris to return.

He arrived shortly after, and I quickly sat up as soon as he opened the door, pain coursing through my body once again from the sudden action. He walked in with one hand in his pocket, glancing at me once and then going to the apartment balcony, closing the glass door behind him as I stared at it and saw a puff of smoke from outside.

I sighed once again, my ribs clenching slightly as the air slowly left my lungs. I laid down with difficulty and stared at the apartment ceiling, slowly falling asleep whilst thinking about nothing but darkness.

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As soon as I woke up I got up from the couch, realisation hitting me as I felt pain run through my bones when I tried to sit up. I groaned and grabbed my phone from the small coffee table, seeing the time was 8 am, and I had to make my way to the university. I wasn't going to do any classes, I was sure of that. I would just stay in the dorm all day in boredom. But I was willing to sit there and do absolutely nothing rather than do my classes and risk getting caught with the bruises scattered across my body.

Thank goodness I had brought my spare hoodie, without it I wasn't sure how I'd be able to get onto the bus with my current slightly bloody hoodie. Crawling to the corner of the room I grabbed my bag and tossed my hoodie to the side, pulling the spare one from my bag and putting it on, the pain surging through my arms as I lifted them up excruciatingly difficultly.