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@cosmicxcauldron Cyprus/Nina  with sakura

‘Fuck you— if you were a man—‘  “Yeah if you were a man I wouldn’t go easy on you either”  ‘Shit—we won’t forget this! You’re dead! You hear me! Dead meat bitch!’  ”only bitch here is you, quit screaming before I put you down.”  ‘We’ll be back!!’  “Whatever.” 

Her hands ached. The feeling of the wood splintering into her hand stung ever more violent with the sweat that ran through her fingertips. battered and shattered the remains of the baseball bat rest at her feet, the wood starting to soak with crimson stains. Her head hurt but not much more than a dull roar. With a final heavy sigh she went to retrieve her things having been tossed around the alley and dirtied.  She found her bag resting in the dirt, spilled out, the last days rain mixing into a puddle near, her papers now half soaked. Wasn’t like she finished the home work anyway. Thankfully there was a trash bin nearby so she could just toss it out.

“Sorry prof—“ she mumbled and slipped the book bag over her shoulder. “What to do about this... Mom’s freak...” she sighed and looked over her hand.... probably wasn’t broken... right? Ah well.. was the least of her worries. She looked back to the street and there it was, like a shining light.

 A clinic and.. some sort of garage..

“Shady.” She might as well. “Whatever.” And so in she went in, dirty and bleeding.