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?

thought you would never ask It’s been a while. Hanging out with those boys hasn’t given you as much free time since we are still hiding that

we do, and it was

you. Maybe I can get a bit of rest that way. Whatever you need, I’m here for you. We got

out the hard way after instigating a less than intelligent idea. That used to come in the form of broken bones or other self inflicted injuries when I was trying some new defensive move. I can at least say I haven’t

out. I don’t know if the guys went home or are still out partying. Maybe they each found a girl to entertain now that they didn’t have

look at the twins’ backyard as I ran towards the forest. I didn’t hear any

they’re with. I can’t want to be with them and keep my secret,

it to the edge of the forest and sat to put on my shoes. 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 go through or to watch, especially for a new shifter.

and wrap the straps of the little

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