school.

such an easy concept, but something that lyra now found hard to grasp.

she walked into her classroom with a bruised eye and a large bandage covering the gash on her cheek.

as soon as people saw her injuries, they began whispering things to each other.

"do you think she got into a fight?"

"doesn't sound like lyra, she's generally gentle."

"i bet she got involved with a gang."

all she could do was keep her head held high and go to her seat.

however, avoiding this would be harder than she thought.

"LYRA!!"
a screech was heard from beside her.

there stood kira, her best friend.
her face showed concern and almost anger.

"did he do this to you again?" she enquired, getting madder by the second. "what happened anyways?"

lyra simply laughed and shrugged.
"i mean, it's not hard to not get injured when you're shoved into a beside table and get a gash on your cheek."

kira looked scared. it was never this bad.

"lyra, you HAVE to tell someone! do your parents even know?" she couldn't believe lyra was actually okay with this.

"it doesn't matter anymore, kira. i can't change who he is."

at that point, the teacher had walked in and began the lesson.

and all lyra could do was stare at the bullet holes and scars on her heart.