Sinful

Wake up you lazy maggots. You have work to do." Miss Hare's rusty voice was all I could hear as I awoke. I stumbled to my feet. It took me about two painful minutes to get up and stroll over to Alison. The floor felt cold against my bare feet and the sleeveless shirt that was wrapped around my torso did nothing to keep out the cold. Nerveless, the shorts that were sticking to my skin by years of old blood. The scars on my skin looked red and were still recuperating from a lifetime of being beaten. The small cuts on my clothes did nothing to help the open wounds that got infected little by little. I had tried to heal them by stitching them together, but it only lasted so long. I had successfully stopped the majority of the wounds to stop bleeding. Some I even managed to heal with no apparent sign of infection. "Move. Those roses aren't going to cut themselves."