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~Lisa's POV
I didn't even know I was bleeding at first.
It wasn't much. Just a faint, thin line running down my inner thigh, hidden beneath the shredded bottom of my dress. The kind of wound that didn't scream but whispered with every step I took. A quiet, wet sting. Not loud, not visible, but I felt it. I felt all of it.
My legs were heavy. My heart was even heavier.
Each footstep echoed like thunder in my ears. The hallway stretched before me, too long, too bright, too open. I wanted to melt into the floor, disappear into the cracks, vanish before anyone else could see me like this. But my feet kept moving on their own.
One step. Then another.
I walked slowly, not because I wanted to, but because I couldn't do anything else. My body was too sore. My skin ached, inside and out. It felt like I was walking through thick mud, dragging my shame behind me like a heavy, invisible chain.
