Jullisa’s POV
I stared at my walls and all my photo’s/posters and drawings that hung on them. I was shaking/shivering from laying on my cold, hardwood flooring. I was laying in a little pool of my tears.
It hurt to inhale in and out, I could feel the bruise’s beginning to form. I sat up and winced with each move. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand’s. I walked over to my mirror and began to pull off my drenched clothing. I striped off my top, and then my pant’s. Tears began again when I noticed the bruising and traced over the new bruise’s. I also...
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