Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heart beat was the only audio that was echoed, through the room. Being alone was something I was used to. I'm invisible, everywhere. School, home, hell even work, I don't even show up half the time, and I still get a full paycheck. Although that one isn't so bad.
Walking down the grand spiral staircase, to seek out my essay assignment , I trip, flying, and spinning down the last few stairs. Standing up, I realize, that there are even more bruises, lining my arm. It was Sunday, which meant school tomorrow. In other words, more of the almost-life-claiming beatings
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