Trigger warning: mentions of abuse and prostitution


14 years old

dingy gold hair cleaned and straightened

rough-around-the-edges body

"tweaked"

like a machine

she's alone most days

staring at him from across the cafeteria

as he chats with the other high ranking boys

and stumbles in his flirtatious attempts

sometimes she wonders if he's brought others

to this place

sometimes she wonders if he's killed

he surely was able to hurt back in the brothel

sometimes she wonders if his blood turns to fire

and if his tongue turns to ash

whenever she walks by

of course that only happens to her

he's too wrapped up in the other girls

he doesn't realize she'd give it all for him

burls!

she shoots to attention

eyes meeting eyes of the trainer

she's drifted off

daydreaming

would you like to tell us about your thoughts, missy?

no

get on the mat and pick up a practice sword

of course he makes her use

her worst weapon

her thinnish frame isn't made to hoist a blade

she's all tender love and little muscle

a bow or throwing knives are her better weapons

she steps onto the mat

wooden sword in hand

trainer has her on the floor in twenty seconds

a big red cut throbbing on her left cheek

oozing blood

she whimpers and the others laugh

trainer kicks her in the ribs

get up and go to the nurse's, whore

glimmer sniffles as tears involuntarily pour down her face

i'm not a whore

yes you are pipes one of the girls that's got marvel wrapped around her finger

she shoots the girl and dirty look and kicks her in the breasts

the girl squeals and falls to the ground

glimmer picks up the sword and smashes it into her head

tears flow freely from the girl's eyes as the trainer grabs glimmer

burls! damn it burls damn it damn it damn it you gave jott a goddamn concussion!

i'm not a whore

glimmer flees the room, darting into the changing room

as she exits

fresh, snugly fitting clothes wrapped around her damp body

marvel appears, presses her to the wall, and kisses her hard

you're hot

i'm not a whore

i'll make you one

glimmer can't even speak as lips dance against lips and the day slips away like a tear from her stunning blue eye


A/N: And here is the third of seven, from the prompt Cry. I hope you enjoyed it, and please review! Thanks for reading!

Until next time,

Tracee