(This story is going through some changes so bare with me Okay! I'm hoping to edit it soon from the previous chapter but there will be new chapters along the way!!!)
The story is about (Y/n), a girl with no known past or name.
She is spoken by rumo...
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It's been a few days since the incident in the market, young (Y/n) can barely sleep a wink through the night.
The look on the bullies faces had engraved themselves into her dreams, scarring her into nightmares.
Throughout the night, all she could do was stare up at the ceiling, hoping to have a chance of falling into a dreamless slumber.
When staring up at the ceiling, she wouldn't know how long she'd be eyeing the plain white ceiling until the dark bags stared to form beneath her eyes.
For her, time felt like a slug moving along a blade of grass.
Sometimes, she would still the sky would still be dark. Oh how she was wrong.
Her alarm clock began to ring as the sun had slowly came up from the trees, alerting her from her little daze.
The sound was blaring into her ear from the wooden nightstand. Her hand slammed itself on its head, thankfully shutting it up for now.
(Y/n) let her eyes blinked away the sleep before taking a look out the window that was on the other side of her small apartment, already seeing the bright rays of sunshine beaming into her floorboards.
A spit full of incoherent words managed to stumble out as she rolled herself out of bed, nearly bonking her head on the floor. Much to her dismay, she had to get up and not go back to her warm comfy spot.
Standing up, she stretched her limbs, earning a few cracks and pops from her bones which let her groan in relief.
(Y/n) walked over to the small dresser, grabbing her necessities then limped her way to the bathroom. Those same bones were aching in a dull pain with every step she took, her feet sticking the wooden floor.
She stepped into the washroom, setting her things down and passed by the mirror. Something had caught her eye. (Y/n) blinked slowly, and decided to look in the mirror.
The bruising on her cheek were still a bit dark, but healing. The coloration of a yucky yellow was showing amongst the red and purple bruise.
She silently stared at the bruise, shifting her head to take a good look at it before sighing heavily. She tilted her head down over the bathroom sink.
Might as well, get ready and most definitely wear a bandage.
