My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

That last part hit me the hardest. That stupid f*cking motto my brother and his friends lived by. They let people think that only the strongest should survive. It was actually the way that they played when they did drills together. Last man standing and all that.

They taunted and teased each other for being the “weakest’ that day. The problem was they never explained that they were teasing and motivating each other to anyone.

They just said the stupid line and went about their lives not realizing who’s listening and following their lead. They are oblivious to the influence they have without even trying.

I throw my covers off, I can’t sleep. The memory just brings on more nightmares. I rub my eyes forcefully and look at the clock, it’s 3am. The only thing is to run off the nervous energy now.

You want out tonight?

you would never ask It’s been a while. Hanging out with those boys hasn’t given you as much

it was your idea

Maybe I can get a bit of rest that way. Whatever you need, I’m here for you. We got this, kiddo. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

idea. That used to come in the form of broken bones or other self inflicted injuries when I was trying some new

know if the guys went

I didn’t hear any noises, but the garden lights were still on, who knows. I couldn’t dwell on it

want to be with them and keep my secret, that’s not fair to them. The pack members

I couldn’t risk tearing up my own feet and I can’t shift here, someone could see or hear me. The transformation was not pleasant to

someone and I can ‘t take that risk I tie my shoes tightly, check my ponytail to make sure it’s secure and wrap the straps of the little backpack I brought to

the twins, she manages to track me down and make things difficult and cause a scene, then I am attacked the next day. I wish they