Drowning in Regret — The Muddy Field Fall

Everyone screamed as they ran for shelter inside the gym. Before I could make it inside, my kneecap suddenly popped out of place and I crashed onto the wet field.

I lay on my side in the mud, the pain too intense for me to sit up. Then two pairs of sneakers stopped beside me. I can't stand up! Please, can you help me? He jerked his leg away, yanking the muddy cuff from my hand.

No. That's what you get for refusing to lose weight. Now you're too fat to even run. Logan held a large black umbrella, keeping Sienna tucked against him. except for the tops of their shoes neither of them had gotten a drop on them that only made

me look even more pathetic Logan's face was blank without a trace of sympathy with his arm around her he walked away desperate I tried to push myself upright with both hands in the mud from the gym entrance in the distance I could hear their cool comments she doesn't look like she's faking I think she's really hurt should we help her if you're into girls built like tanks

ahead fuck off who the fuck said I like fat girls with enormous effort I managed to sit but I still couldn't stand. All I could do was sit motionless in the rain. I forced myself to think about whatever grandma might make for dinner that night, trying to keep myself from down. Otherwise, the agony in my knee would drive me completely insane. In the end, I dragged myself

out of the mud alone that day. Dragging my injured leg, I made my way to the campus security office.