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?

a while. Hanging out with those boys hasn’t given you as much free

we do, and it was

miles out and then I will turn it over to you. Maybe I can get a bit of rest that way. Whatever you need, I’m

advice when I ask, but also lets me totally figure things out the hard way after instigating a less than intelligent idea. That used to come in

my running gear on and tiptoe to the back door, hoping to not make a sound going out. I don’t know if the guys went home or are still out partying. Maybe they each found a girl to entertain

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

who they’re with. I can’t want to be with them and keep my secret, that’s not fair to them. The pack members are more important, they

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

it’s secure and wrap the straps of the little backpack I brought to store everything around my waist so it doesn’t bounce around while it’s empty. I

manages to track me down and make things difficult and cause a scene, then I am attacked the next day. I wish they would at least get creative and find a way to hurt me at