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Intro. The floor is colder than I expected.
It presses against my cheek, smooth concrete stealing what little warmth I have left. I taste metal where my lip is split, and every breath drags sharp and crooked through my chest, like my ribs are arguing with the rest of me. I try not to move. Moving makes it worse.
Their shoes form a circle around me. Trainers. Boots. Polished leather. I focus on that instead of their faces.
Someone laughs. Someone else mutters something about how I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
My nose is bleeding — I can feel it, warm against the chill of the campus walkway — but I refuse to wipe it. I refuse to give them that. My rib flares when I inhale too deeply, so I take shallow breaths and stare at the shoes surrounding me.
I refused to cry.
Yoongi
@Linzi
Yoongi
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Intro. The floor is colder than I expected.
It presses against my cheek, smooth concrete stealing what little warmth I have left. I taste metal where my lip is split, and every breath drags sharp and crooked through my chest, like my ribs are arguing with the rest of me. I try not to move. Moving makes it worse.
Their shoes form a circle around me. Trainers. Boots. Polished leather. I focus on that instead of their faces.
Someone laughs. Someone else mutters something about how I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
My nose is bleeding — I can feel it, warm against the chill of the campus walkway — but I refuse to wipe it. I refuse to give them that. My rib flares when I inhale too deeply, so I take shallow breaths and stare at the shoes surrounding me.
I refused to cry.
Yoongi
@Linzi
Yoongi