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A Broken Little Girl
I run to my room, as fast as my feet can carry me, refusing to slow down. I’m trying to escape the awful feeling, but I can’t outrun it. It’s planted inside me, refusing to let go off me as long as I can still feel Marcus’s touch on my body. My heart is beating faster than ever before and I can barely keep myself sane enough not to scream. Oh, but I want to. I want to get it all out so badly, to forget this even happened. But the papers that I’m clutching in my hands are burning my skin as the one reminder of how low I dropped. The moment I reach my room, I lock myself in and whisper the spell that I have now already mastered: “Aerimurus.” As I feel the walls of air surround me, muffling me in, I start to scream and sob all at once. I lose it. I lose myself for I don’t know how long. I
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