Cortello - D'Angelo

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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖦𝖡𝖳𝖰𝖨𝖠+ 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 - 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴

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I peeled my eyes open, a small yawn escaping my lips. I sat up and winced in pain. My left ribs were to throbbing in pain, both my wrists were aching and a stinging sensation came from both of my legs.

"Shit." I muttered to myself.

I slowly lifted my left leg so I wouldn't hurt my ribs ever more. Bending my leg at the knee, I pulled of my grey sock and dicarded it somewhere on the floor before I folded my jeans upwards. The skin on my ankle was red and irritated, the scabs were it got scraped the just starting to form. My right ankle looked no better than the left, then skin just as red and irritated. Slowly, I lifted my legs back done making sure to lower my ankles slowly onto my bed spread. I lifted up both my hoodie sleeves, rolling them up to my elbows. The skin around my wrist was more bruised thank my ankles, being an ugly mixture of blue purple and red.

I sighed and kept my sleeves up. Slowly, I lowered my legs onto the rug and walked over to the full body mirror on my room door just as slowly. I stood in front of the mirror and winced as I lifted up my hoodie, exposing my skin. My ribs were an even uglier mixture of dark purple and dark blue. Being bold, I decided to touch it just to see how painful it was. Big mistake. I hissed when a burst of pain shot through my side, quickly retracting my hand.

I dropped my hoodie back down, inhaling sharply when the fabric of my hoodie touched my bruised ribs. Slowly, I walked over to my backpack and bent my knees, slowly lowering my body to the ground. My knees touched the rug and I grabbed my backpack, unzipping the smaller compartment.

I grabbed the container of Paracetamol from my backpack and emptied it out in my hand. Two pills fell out and I sighed, making a mental note that I need more pills.

I put the pills back in the container and pulled my discarded grey socks from the rug. I cautiously slipped the socks on, trying to avoid purposely brushing my ankles. I unfolded my jeans, letting it cover my ankles again.

Slowly, I stood up again. I emptied the pills in my hand and closed my hand into a fist, throwing the empty container behind my pillows so if one of my brothers came in my room, they wouldn't see the container.

The pain wasn't as bad this morning, but maybe it was because I was still half asleep. Even when I was at the airport and during my flight, it was just a dull ache that could've been ignored easily.

Slowly, I opened my room door and looked down the hall on each side, making sure neither of my brothers were waiting there to surprise me. I sighed when I deemed the coast clear and stepped out of my room closing the door behind me. The elevator was gone meaning my brothers were probably back home and it also meant I have to walk downstairs.