1. “@” people you want to be friends with:
@daddygeography @gay4aesthetics @pro-castinated (aka the mutuals ive had for forever but we never talk)
3. The last text you sent to someone?
10. If you draw or write, show some of your really old work
Oh man, really coming for me here. I guess I’ll show you my first short story
"Yeah, I guess I was just being clumsy," Sam said nervously.
"You've been clumsy a lot lately." the nurse said looking at her skeptically while wrapping up Sam's newly broken fingers. When she finished, she said, "Now you won't be able to play the piano for a few weeks until your fingers heal. Can you handle that?"
Sam giggled and nodded her head. "Alright," the nurse said, "get back to class." Sam nodded, grabbed her books, and headed to class. Lunch had just ended and everyone flooded the hallways which added on to Sam's struggles of holding on to her books. On cue, Her best friend, Tristen, came bounding up to her and grabbed her books.
When he saw her hand he stopped, and his ever-present smile vanished. "What happened?" he asked in a serious tone.
"N-nothing. I just fell down some stairs." Sam muttered. She couldn't let him know. She couldn't let anyone know. They might take him away from her.
"Alright okay. You don't want to talk about it here. That's fine, but I will get it out of you somehow." He said jokingly giving her a cheeky grin. Of course he knew she was lying. They've known each other since pre-k. the only thing she didn't know about him was how desperately in love he was with her. He knew he didn't have a chance with her --at least, not with her boyfriend, Blake, in the way.
They walked into the class, smiling and laughing and went to their seats. Sam was sitting perfectly in the middle of Blake and Tristen, and her friend, Alandria, right behind her. Blake looked at Sam's now bandaged hand with a frown, wondering what lie she used this time and picked up her broken hand, gently kissing it.
Sam slightly flinched, not knowing what he was going to do. She still remembered the first time he ever did anything to her. They had been dating for about three months and she was thinking that she might be falling for him. It was right after school and many people were still in the hallways when Blake came up to Sam, with a big smile on his face. He grabbed her wrist lightly and went in for a kiss. She pushed him back and said, "Sorry, you know I don't like public displays of affection."
His grip on her wrist tightened severely and Sam bit her lip trying not to let out a yelp. The smile on his face was clearly forced now as he dragged her into an empty classroom. He let go of her wrist to show a horrible bruise like a hand print there. He slapped her on the cheek making her stumble backwards as she clung her cheek, tears stinging her eyes. "Don't undermine me again." he muttered. She looked back up at him, shocked, but nodded her head in agreement. "Good. Now come on." he said and gave her a light peck on the lips. The slap left a huge, ugly, blue bruise on her cheek, which she blamed on running into a doorway. She wore a long sleeve shirt the next day to cover the mark on her wrist. As the beatings became more frequent, she wore long sleeves just as often and the things she couldn't hide, she'd blame on her clumsiness.
She shuddered at the memory and went back to her work she had at hand. Thinking the thought that she would always think at moments like these, moments when she thought she couldn't take any more. "Every bruise is just an 'I love you'"