You will be the death of me(Werewolf)

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She grunted as they threw her against the locker with great force, she bit her lips as she felt the crushing pain sear through her back, he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt as the rest laughed, his fist retreated back but came running towards her again with great speed and force landing on her stomach, the pain from her back moved to her stomach, but doubling on the pain scale in the process, she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth together don’t cry, don’t cry, she kept chanting in her head. She opened her eyes just in time to see a fist, his fist run in contact with her face her eyes started dropping closed ,but she fought with herself to keep it open for just a few more seconds, when she finally gained the strength to open it she was met with little black spots all around, dancing in a graceful and almost taunting manner, but they weren't ‘little’ for much longer the spots increased in their size until darkness was all she could see, this time she didn't fight against it she allowed for her eyes to slowly close, she welcomed the darkness with open arms and relaxed when it finally consumed her.

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