When all of my limbs are numb, and I can’t even lift my arms to throw punches, I sit in front Of the new bag and just stare at the hole I produced. The bowels of stuffing and sand spilling out onto the floor in front of me. I don’t even know when it broke.
I just stare and cry, let the emotional exhaustion take over, and a sick, twisted part of me hopes they feel it. Feel it to their core and it brings them to their knees. I want them to feel the pain and heartache that they have contributed to, unconscious or not.
At some point the weariness must have taken over, because the next thing I know, my eyes are fluttering open to the sounds of voices. Angry, but whispering voices. I strain to listen while I take in my surroundings.
“She has broken every bone in both her hands..
White walls, my bedroom walls are white right?
“How is that even possible, she wasn’t down there that long?”
These sheets are scratchy, definitely not mine.
“She punched a hole straight through the brand new bag! It’s one hundred percent possible.
I don’t recognize the smell, I’m not in one of the guys rooms either. I wish these people would shut up, I’m exhausted.
There are stress fractures in both forearms and in her lower legs that have already begun to heal. She is severely malnourished too, but that is probably a result of her level of training and participating in the trials and not replenishing properly. And don’t get me started on the list of old injuries that were never treated properly before she got her wolf.
I try to move my arms to sit up. “Ugh!” Everything hurts, what the hell happened? Even my hair hurts.
“I hear her, please can I go in?” I know that voice. Luna Ava.
“Yes, Luna, but only you. We don’t want to overwhelm herwith too many people, she clearly has had plenty to deal with. It took 2 of us over an hour to catalog all of her previous injuries.
What are they talking about? Who are they talking about?
“What the hell is beeping? Can someone turn that off?” Is what mumbles out of my mouth as my eyes focus.
“Oh, sweet girl. You’re awake. You have no idea how happy I am to see those gray eyes.” I blink again as I focus on Luna Ava walking over and
grabbing my hand. I wince at the gentle touch.
“What happened? Where am 1?”
“We had to bring you in when you passed out in the gym and Brett couldn’t get you to wake up.”
[Where is here?” I can feel my heart rate rising at the thought.
“You’re in the pack hospital sweetheart. Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was?” She’s whispering, tears filling her eyes.
“Howbad what was?” I try to play dumb but my slow brain is starting to connect the dots of the conversation that was going on out in the hall.
“You said the bullying wasn’t that bad and you could handle it.
“The beatings? The torture? Who cares? No one gives a sh*t or it would have stopped. No one in our school cares about helping anyone else, they
only care about their own status and personal well being. They all just keep their heads down and don ‘t make waves, because being an
inconvenience is punishable anyway the principal sees fit and anyone else paid off. People look the other way when students are missing from
classes, they don’t bat an eye when injuries that have nothing to do with training show up. Why would anyone tell, when there is no one to tell?” I
know she means well and she is not the real target for my anger, but she is here and she asked. I hope my voice was loud enough for the jack *sses
in the hall to hear through the crack in the door.
‘We do care, there is just…”
“Nothing to go on? No proof? Concrete evidence? I raise my eyebrows at her, trying to keep my voice level, and she at least looks ashamed. “Those
excuses are just more proof that not every voice is listened to with the same level of interest, if you aren’t deemed important, then no one takes a
second look The only important people are the future ranked leaders, just so you are aware.” I sit up and start to pull the IV out of my arm, wincing at
the pain from the needle and all the bones still healing in my hands, and then peeling all the sticky pads off the various parts of my body as the
monitors stac strong. Please come sit back down, we will make arrangements for you to be moved back to your room at the packhouse if you don ‘t
want to stay here. Luna Ava reaches for me looking like she wants to cry.
