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I staggered into to my office, painfully clutching my wounded shoulder with my bloody hand. Mr Taylor had said 'don't tell a soul,' although he must have known that I couldn't just return home, with no one noticing all of the cuts and blood. It was hardly unnoticeable. And all the pain, all of the pain. When Miss Wright saw me, she rapidly questioned,"What has happpened? Has Mr Young taking a nasty trip? We better call an ambulance." The way she said it, you would have thought she was speaking to a two year old. Couldn't she have noticed that with all the gashes down my face, and the cascades of blood, that I hadn't just 'tripped over'? I should have told her what had actually occurred, but the question was, should I trust her? Will she report that I said that HE did it to me to him? Such a tough decision. I decided not to take the pre-caution, as Mr Taylor might do something worse. He might kill me.

As soon as I took the first step out of the ugly office tower, people were staring at me, their eyes acting like bullets- tearing through my skin, and ripping up my soul. Why did I now have to be London's biggest attraction now already? As well as feeling hurt I felt contagious. People were deliberately avoiding me. Stepping to the side, as I hobbled passed all the people who were gawking at me, I turned into an alleyway and wept. I wept until I couldn't weep any more, until I didn't contain any more tears. I cried until I drifted off to sleep.

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I staggered into to my office, painfully clutching my wounded shoulder with my bloody hand. Mr Taylor had said 'don't tell a soul,' although he must have known that I couldn't just return home, with no one noticing all of the cuts and blood. It was hardly unnoticeable. And all the pain, all of the pain. When Miss Wright saw me, she rapidly questioned,"What has happpened? Has Mr Young taking a nasty trip? We better call an ambulance." The way she said it, you would have thought she was speaking to a two year old. Couldn't she have noticed that with all the gashes down my face, and the cascades of blood, that I hadn't just 'tripped over'? I should have told her what had actually occurred, but the question was, should I trust her? Will she report that I said that HE did it to me to him? Such a tough decision. I decided not to take the pre-caution, as Mr Taylor might do something worse. He might kill me.

As soon as I took the first step out of the ugly office tower, people were staring at me, their eyes acting like bullets- tearing through my skin, and ripping up my soul. Why did I now have to be London's biggest attraction now already? As well as feeling hurt I felt contagious. People were deliberately avoiding me. Stepping to the side, as I hobbled passed all the people who were gawking at me, I turned into an alleyway and wept. I wept until I couldn't weep any more, until I didn't contain any more tears. I cried until I drifted off to sleep.