I take one last kick to the stomach and gasp for air. I was pretty bruised up but not broken. I get untied from the stand and get complimented for not screaming in pain. A trainer supports me up to my room.
" How do you feel?" She asks kindly
" I feel like me."
" I will not break ever." Still not giving straight answers.
I open my room up and slip from her support quickly onto my bed.
" Whatever you are irratating. You act all tough becuase you think no one cares for you, but thats not true." The trainer tells me.
I clap my hands together and a sound of thunder emenates from them.
" I suggest you leave now I also suggest you try to know something about someone before you assume. " I say angrily.
I knew truelly she was partially right but wasn't the full deal , and that pissed me off. As she left I calm down. I weakly got of bed and pulled on a loose tile with a few pictures , and a few tokens from my not so complicated life. At the very bottom was some painkillers from times I get beaten like this. I took probably to many and in a few minutes I felt great, and got up. Only to fine the halls very empty must be classtime. I thought to myself but something didn't feel right.