~Holly' POV~
"Why are you so late today?", my coach asks annoyed. I didn't make it in time to the gym due to my fresh wounds and now he looks at me with even more disgust and annoyance than he already did before. I feel like I'm a bug under his feet, without him being able to squish it properly.
"I'm sorry, I just went to the bathroom", I lie. Well, it's not really a lie...
"You could've done that within lunch break, but you probably ate the whole time, right? Well, that makes 5 more laps around the track for you."
Without uttering anything else he turns around and goes away. I stare at his back for a few seconds, trying to comprehend his words. I knew he didn't like me, but I never thought he'd say something this harsh to me being a teacher and all. Apparently I was wrong.
Suppressing new tears, I make my way over to the track, while the rest of my classmates are calmly stretching their limbs. My body protests even at the normal walking tempo, but I push myself forward so the coach won't criticize me again. Dizziness sweeps over me, but I try to ignore it. My stomach grumbles just as I start jogging.
The fat on my huge body wobbles with every step. I hate the feeling of it. It makes me think everyone watches me, eyeing my wiggling rolls and bobbing chest. My legs feel like there are stones bound to them, my lungs soon hurt from my hard breathing.
My mind gets even dizzier.
My vision starts to blur again, just like it did over and over through the morning.
After an eternity I finish the first half of the second round. How am I supposed to survive all five of them?
Just then black spots appear at the corners of my vision. Sweat streams down my face, letting my glasses fog.
I continue to jog and jog, but my breathing gets shorter and shorter. After a few more seconds I suddenly can't hear properly anymore. It's like I hear through cotton wool. Everything's dull and muffled and sounds like it's really far away. I can't feel my legs anymore.
The black spots grow larger, restricting my vision even more.
Suddenly I stumble over my own feet. My dizzy mind doesn't react fast enough and white, hot pain shoots through my whole front.
I completely fell down, face first.
Sprawled out on the track, I feel the black spots enlarge.
"Guys, fatty laid down for a nap!"
"For fuck's sake, can't she do anything right?!", my coach groans. It's the last thing I hear before everything goes black.
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To heal a broken heart
RomanceHolly Woods. A sweet personality, shy and loving. She's mistreated at home, bullied at school and drowns in self-hatred due to her curvy plus-size body. The only thing keeping her going is her best friend Juli. While struggling with all of this her...
