The walls were sharp again. They reached out like vines and wrapped around your limbs. Tearing into muscles and making them contract. Your body curled inward to protect your vital organs. The vines cocooned around you as they tried and failed to pull you apart. The world outside was dusty and incoherent. Shaded by the vines that were slowly crawling down your throat.

Water.

Your brain supplied.

You blinked your eyes open and the vines began to creep away. As if they were more harmed by the light than you were.

Slowly you took in your surroundings. You were not in your room. Or the room they had designated to you. So this must've been the room that-

Water. Where's the sink?

There was only one other door in the room. Assuming that's the one you came in from there's no sink in here. You wobbled to your feet and used the wall to steady you.

You left the room as quickly despite your body's protests.

Lucifer didn't hurt. Your conscious commented.

Yeah, well neither did Jacob. You replied.

We didn't know him

We didn't know Lucifer either.

But he was warm.

And strong. And dangerous. Just like the rest.

But he was soft.

They were too.

It was different.

No, it wasn't

It was and you know it.

Shut up.

..........

Your head ached as you wandered through the halls. Maybe you should've let her hit you. Then you wouldn't be aching like this. By the time you had found the nearest bathroom your headache had disappeared and you fully felt the bruises. You cupped the water in your palm and ran it over your face. Looking in the mirror you watched as a single bruise faded. Few times had you actually seen it happen but you knew it did. Not everywhere but for some reason, your face always healed the fastest. It was good though.

You took a deep breath and turned to leave the bathroom. The door opened silently and you took careful steps down the hallway. You had to listen for footsteps.

Off. somethings off. Your mind supplied.

"(Y/n)" someone called behind you.

You froze.

"(Y/n)? There you are." Your grandmother called as she rounded the hallway.

You turned slowly and crossed your arms.

"Don't do that it's bad for your posture." she scolded. "Come now you have to try on your school uniform."

Uniform? I'm going to school?

She leads you back to your room.

"Try those on then come out and show me" she gestured to the pile of clothes on your bed and shut you inside.

A skirt?

As you changed you notices that the clothes revealed more than you usually would. Your lower arms and calves were completely exposed. Your shirt was semi-seethrough and required a tank top underneath it. And your shoes were flat and had a single strap. Then the door opened.

"Oh!" she froze for a moment before her face sunk.

"Disgusting. We must cover those up. We'll have to put you in the men's uniform then. How embarrassing. Why would you put such marks on yourself? How abhorring of you. Take that off immediately." she said.

You stood and waited for her to leave.

"Come on. Take it off. I want to see how else you've ruined yourself."