butcherpuppy

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  "AHHHHHH!!"

  *THUNK*

  Groaning at the hard reality of a floor stopping me, I scurry backwards and hear a small pat as my back touches the door behind me.

  My entire body is sweating profusely, as I hold my still agonisingly painful stomach as phantom pains wracks my entire body.

  *wretch*

  My body and mind are being assaulted by the constantly repeating sensation of a cleaver digging into me and dragging out flesh, bone and organs along with it.

  Each eye seems to have a mind of its own as they both refuse to focus on a single point together, adding to the already horrendous nausea I am experiencing.

  The previous prestinely wrapped bandages have darkened in color and have begun to leak a tangy odor as the sweat is absorbed from my trembling body.

  Every movement causes a slight stretch over the still healing variety of wounds dotting my body.

  The twitches of movement cause small jolts of electricity along side disgustingly pleasureable throbbing to dig into my consciousness.

  Going from a clean and unbandaged body in its peak condition to... this.. is hard on the mind.

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  Catching my breath after around 20 minutes of struggling to stay focused I realise I am in my dorm room, the same dorm room I was in before I put on the neckband that still hugs my slender neck.

  Frantically ripping off the neckband and throwing it across the room it creates a small patter sound as it hits the floor in front of me.

  How can something so seemingly innocent cause so much trauma and.. "p-pain.. heheh ?".

  Slowly recoveringow I struggle to stand up and head to the bathroom to wash the filth coating my body away from myself.

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  After rewrapping the bandages over my body I look over to the desk and notice the digital arm clock dispying an entire 2 days in the future from when I originally pced the neckband around my neck.

  "So time moves in the same speed both in that world and the real one..".

  My eyes widen as my mouth slight parts at the sudden problem that I just considered..

  I.. m-missed 2 days of css... shit.

  Quickly spping my uniform on and heading out of the dormitory building I notice most of the students heading to their cssrooms have mostly disappeared from the outside pavements.

  Meaning.. I am pretty damn te.

  This isn't gonna go well with the teacher, especially if he is strict.

  Before I can start running a sudden pang of intense hunger hits my stomache as I almost curl over at the sensation.

  "I'll eat after css" *sigh*

  I already felt bad a couple days ago, im so stupid for not thinking about how I would feel after not eating for an entire 2 days on top of that.

  Speeding my pace up to a fast speedwalk I finally reach the cssroom A door, I slide it open before heading inside.

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  "She hasn't turned up today again huh?"

  Looking around the cssroom I again notice the ck of a certain female student with bck hair and sigh at the definite paperwork I will have to write at the end of the week.

  The students now have a grasp on the usual css routine as I watch them start to stand up now that I have arrived to take them to the activity field.

  *shooof*

  Lightly gncing towards the cssroom door as it opened I notice and turn my head back to the css to get them ready. Wait what?.

  Spinning my head back towards the door in a double take I make eye contact with a pair of seemingly bottomlessly dark bnk eyes.

  A slight shiver runs through my body at the gaze that seems to have given up on everything, my eyes wander for a second and I notice something I... perhaps shouldn't have.

  The bandages covering her entire hands and fingers, the slight discoleration near the fingertips and left wrist are definately blood stains.

  Her entire frame seems to be even smaller than the st time I saw her, almost like she has starved or somehow lost more weight.

  I watch as she rather silently walks past the pedastool I am behind, seemingly in her own world as she droops her head downwards to the floor.

  School regutions would suggest that I reprimand her for being te to an already started css.

  But.. I.. it wouldn't be right. To punish that poor girl.. It just doesn't sit right with me at all.

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  Walking past the teacher that was weirdly staring at me as I entered the css, I slightly gnce down at the blood that touched my fingertips when I was wrapping my body.

  I didn't quite have time to wrap a second yer around the more visible spots when I noticed the time and date, I should have brought some wrapping with me and used it secretely at the back of the css.

  Now looking up I make eye contact with a few students I have yet to make aquantance with and give them my best smile to show my intentions in connection building.

  They all seem to have some type of grimace on their faces. Huh. Weird, is this what bullying is in school?

  "Okay css now that everyone is here lets make our way to the training hall".

  Oh, so that's why everyone was already standing up.

  Turning around on the stairs heading upwards to the back of the css I momentarily lose my footing because of the weird short heel school shoes I am yet to get used too.

  *fwoosh*

  Letting out a slight yelp I feel myself being picked up by someone. As I am put back onto my feet I look... upwards?

  Making eye contact with the same red haired big dude from before I notice he seems to have an extremely weird look on his face.

  Bullying these days is really harsh huh.

  If I really was just a little girl I might have been doomed to suffer hahaha.

  Forgetting to say thankyou as I wonder down the stairs I make my outside of the cssroom and begin to follow the teacher that is already heading far ahead in front of me.

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