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"Your punches are sloppy," Braxton says, hitting my fist away, I don't even think I
hate Aleksander this much.

Aleksander was annoying and a know
it all at times....a lot of the time,
but being a prick is something that
Braxton does effortlessly,
he woke me up by grabbing my leg
and pulling me off the bed.

While we were eating breakfast
he kicked me under the table
and when I didn't react the way
he wanted me to, he pushed me.

Ethan didn't do anything, he was
too focused on his phone,
occasionally answering calls, and
speaking in a language I don't know.

I've only been here for a day and
I haven't met a person
I don't want to kill. But I can't fight
it so I have to accept it, I'm trying
not to waste my time by using my
energy to do something back to him.

Ever since everything (Almost dying
and figuring out it was caused by
people I love and now I can't think about anything else and I can barely breathe.) happened. I've realized you
can be addicted to things besides drugs.

I'm addicted to those small moments
when time stops and I wish it would
stay that way forever because
the moment is so insanely perfect,

I'm also addicted to, running, crying, alcohol, loving people who don't care
about me, crying over people
who don't think of me, and having
big realizations about myself that
make me hate myself even more.

Maybe I'm even addicted to a type of person, that's how I know that Ethan
isn't terrible, I have no interest in him.

I'm not saying that Aleksander,
Gabriel, or Stephen
are the worst people on earth;
we all have flaws...theirs are
more unbearable than others

I should've made sure Ethan doesn't
work with any of them,
besides Aleksander. I'm not completely
sure Max is involved that's what Celeste told me, but I still don't want to see him.

"Fuck you!" I say before punching his throat. He takes a few steps back
and starts coughing "Okay Hendrix,"

He grabs me by my ponytail and
pulls me toward him,
making my chest hit against his,
before he punches my stomach
and knocks the air out of my lungs.

I hold onto my stomach and lean
down, giving me the perfect
opportunity to punch him in the dick;

and I remember plan three,
I ball up my fist; hearing him
laugh and then I punch him.

He falls onto the ground holding
onto himself and breathing heavily,

I look up and see some of the guards
smiling, and Braxton has his eyes closed
so he can't see how happy everyone is
when he is down on the ground,
feeling one of the worst pains he can.