LatinaRainyRaindrop

There are a bunch of swears here, so if you don't like swearing I wouldn't recommend it. "Try and take my lunch money again you little bitch! I dare your ass to!" You yelled as you kicked the guy who had stolen your money. You slammed him to the ground and kicked him in the stomach. "I bet you want me to starve to death so I can stop kicking your ass!" Quite a feat since you were like 5 inches shorter than him and way lighter. Matthieu watched from a distance in admiration. Damn, this tiny little thing beat up a guy three times bigger than her. "Do you want me to stop? Huh? Bitch say something or I'm gonna keep going!" You yelled with anot

The lights. They're too bright and sudden on your sensitive eyes, and even before you opened them, they burned fiery red against your eyelids. You try to shade yourself with your arm, but seeing that it's connected to an IV drip and other monitors, you settle with closing your eyes halfway. Your other arm feels dead because it's trapped under your side and cocooned in twisted sheets. You hate the feeling of the unfamiliar, thin, and crisp bedsheets on your body and the scent of disinfected..everything. You kick off the sheets halfway and shake your arm that was trapped to get some feeling back. Letting out a quiet snort, you look around the