I can't eat during lunch for days. It's been two weeks and I'm still being stared at constantly. It's offputting and hurtful. It just reminds me I no longer belong here. I no longer belong anywere. The bruises littering my body from Chrysalis targeting me reminds me. As I pick at my food accusations ring out.
"You aren't good enough for that!" someone calls.
"Yeah, and you're making everyone feel uncomfortable being in here!" another voice rings out. I chew on my lip, trying to block them out. I'm clearly unsuccessful and my appetite, yet again, fades. I walk out, stares burning into my back.
Once I exit a hand clamps on my wrist. Tirek.
"What?" I ask irritability. He smirks. Sombra steps out of the shadows.
"We have something we want you to do, Sunset." Sombra states. "All our homework, meaning us twos, Tabtsbus' and Chrysalis'" I cross my arms.
"No." I reply. Sombra merely smirks.
"Figured you'd say that." he says. Tirek grabs hold of my collar and slams me across the lockers. So far only Chrysalis has attacked me, this pain is far worse. He's much stronger. His hand twists my wrist, tears brim at the pain. I force them not to fall as he throws me to the ground, like garbage.
"How about now?" Sombra asks, smirking at me. I shake my head.
Multiple kicks, to my stomach and side. It's too much, constantly knocking the air out my lungs, making breathing impossible. He stamps hard on my rib cage, I hear a cracking sound. Definitely a few broken...and I can't pay medical bills. He's about to kick me again when two people turn the corner. Luna and Celestia, neither of them look happy.
"You two, detention for a month. Get to the isolation room." Celestia instructs.
"Yes Princaple Celestia..." they mutter, but they give me a deadly look before leaving.
"Are you alright, Sunset?" Luna asks, helping me to my feet.
"Yes. Thanks.." I say. I clutch my side as spurt of pain goes through.
"Broken?" Luna asks.
"Probaly but it's fine." I state.
"Go to the nurses office, she'll sort it out then you can head home early." Celestia tells me.
"I have detention." I protest.
"You can miss it tonight." Luna says, kindly. "Besides you look exsausted." I am exhausted. Every night she-demon me plagues my dreams. I want to be good. But I'm a monster. I have noone to show me the path of good.