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I tugged on the collar of my sweartshirt. It was ridiculously hot outside. Everytime someone asked me why I was wearing dark ants and a swearshirt I would lie and say that I was cold. They'd argue that it was 82 degrees outside and then I would just shrug. I was currently leaning against the wall in the bathroom at school, breathing short very tiny short breaths far aart from each other. artially to stop the pain, partally to ease my mind, and mostly because it smelled horribly. In all truth, I was hiding. From him. Again. Some girl walked in and I pretended I had just gotten out of the stall and walked over to the sink. She was also at the sink fixing her hair and way-too painted face. She looked at me weirdly. I could almost hear exactly what she was thinking. exactly how she thought I was weird because I was in heavy clothing in the middle f a very hot March. And then how she as thinking of him. Of why he kept me. Of why I kept him. But it wasn't me that kept this relationship, if that what it was, going. No, I've tried to break free. She stayed in there a while and I had no choice but to leave. If I had stayed any longer she would've known what I was doing. And then he would soon after find out.

Almost immediately after I waled out, I felt him walk up behind me. he placed his hand on th back of my shoulder and I felt hard not to cringe. He had apparently forgotten of the bruise that had been there for over three weeks now. He whispered something in my ear and I turned frigid. I then loosened up and plastered a fake smile on my face. I was getting good at that.

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I tugged on the collar of my sweartshirt. It was ridiculously hot outside. Everytime someone asked me why I was wearing dark ants and a swearshirt I would lie and say that I was cold. They'd argue that it was 82 degrees outside and then I would just shrug. I was currently leaning against the wall in the bathroom at school, breathing short very tiny short breaths far aart from each other. artially to stop the pain, partally to ease my mind, and mostly because it smelled horribly. In all truth, I was hiding. From him. Again. Some girl walked in and I pretended I had just gotten out of the stall and walked over to the sink. She was also at the sink fixing her hair and way-too painted face. She looked at me weirdly. I could almost hear exactly what she was thinking. exactly how she thought I was weird because I was in heavy clothing in the middle f a very hot March. And then how she as thinking of him. Of why he kept me. Of why I kept him. But it wasn't me that kept this relationship, if that what it was, going. No, I've tried to break free. She stayed in there a while and I had no choice but to leave. If I had stayed any longer she would've known what I was doing. And then he would soon after find out.

Almost immediately after I waled out, I felt him walk up behind me. he placed his hand on th back of my shoulder and I felt hard not to cringe. He had apparently forgotten of the bruise that had been there for over three weeks now. He whispered something in my ear and I turned frigid. I then loosened up and plastered a fake smile on my face. I was getting good at that.