My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

She flinches back and I briefly feel bad for being so nasty to her, when she only wants to help, but I shake it off. I walk to the chair that has my dirty,

bloodstained clothes. I drop the hospital gown, not caring who sees my scars anymore. If they want to care for me they can look at me as I am, and

learn to do it without looking at me like I arn broken or with pity. I despise pity. I dress slowly , keeping every sound of pain stuffed deep in my chest. I know it’s punishing me to not ask for help, but this is howit has always been for me and they should see that too.

going to the Beta house, to my isolated room where no one bothers me or cares about what I am doing. I’m going back to having freedom and contro

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thought or even just asking if I’m alright with the change, assuming they know what’s best for me. You think you can make me healthy? I wouldn’t

even know what that is. I seeth, on a roll now, directing all my unfiltered anger out into the hallway to the guys,

Sierra, the Alpha, Gamma and Deltas. “Il am broken beyond repair and I have been surviving that way for as long as I can remember. You heard the

doc, irreparable damage has been done. There is nothing you can fix, cause even on my worst day I still perform better than everyone in that hallway

pretending to care about me, while overlooking everything that has ever been wrong with me. I will heal myself, by myself, it just works better that

I just can’t do this anymore,

to speak. “Maybe somewhere everyone has a soft

be around, who TOLD the principal to punish her more because she is

that comes from feeling bad for my situation. This is me, damaged and messed up, love me like

else anymore. I turn my back on her

and family huddled red -eyed and grief stricken. Their eyes widened at the gruesome sight of me. Even my dad had

feign a look of shame. I just rolled my eyes and

not noticing or caring if people were staring at me. I let myself in

silent halls to the staircase leading to my former prison. I ascend slowly, everything about this feels wrong,

here, it doesn’t fit anymore. Like clothes that are just too small, no longer

and tight. I agree with my wolf, the packhouse is home now, but I just can ‘t be around the guys or even

straight for the shower to get rid of the evidence Of my self destruction. I

if I am just all cried out or if the anger has finally taken over

first thing I need to do is figure out how long I have been at the hospital and see if I

packhouse. Just another thing I’m going to have to deal with later. I leave my door locked and