Not My Apocalypse
“It was dark, the deepest part of night, and my curtains were open just enough so when I looked out I could see the almost-full moon hanging in the sky. I shifted to the edge of the bed and dug through my bedside table for the pain killers. Last time had been nothing compared to this. Last time I hadn’t passed out. I tried to find a position that didn’t hurt and couldn’t. All I could do was keep shifting and wait for the painkillers to kick in. As I moved around, something poked at me and I dug ...Baldur’s gift box, now empty, out of my pocket. I stared at it for a long time, bitter anger rolling through me. It hadn’t been enough. Hope and the knowledge that I would be something more than this hadn’t stopped me from getting a beating. But really, what had I been expecting? I knew I was coming back to a beating when I went home. I asked for it, practically begged for it. The bitter anger started to fade as I thought about that. I hadn’t been a coward. Instead of trying to hit him I could have tried to teleport and get myself out of danger.MoreLess
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