/Author's note: This is a oneshot I wrote about Cassandra on a mother language course. We had to write something about realism, and this is what I did. I depicted the life Cassandra lived at home./
Cassandra hissed in pain as she detached the bandage from her bruised arm. Every place hurt again. The traffic rumbled while going past the house but otherwise the messed-up room was silent. The air was stuffy and the taste of blood in the girl's mouth, let alone the dried blood which covered the nose and the ruptured lips, did not help at all.
Cassandra did not dare to move her knee in which the remnants of the ruptured abscess throbbed the sensation of pain on constant input to the girl's brains. If she had luck, nothing had been permanently broken in her, even though the hairline fracture in her rib worried her. It would be easy to break, easier than her already brittle bones.
And still no one noticed anything.
/Code Lyoko (c) Moonscoop, Cassandra Delorien, Riverain and the rest of its original characters (c) Me/
