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

sorry Luna, I just can’t do

voice is raspy and my throat hurts but I continue to speak. “Maybe somewhere

the principal to punish her more because

love. I don’t want love that comes from feeling bad

my back on her and

the gruesome sight of me. Even my dad had

my eyes and walked past everyone down the hallway and out the

to my house, pain shooting up my legs, not noticing or caring if people were staring at me. I let myself

to my former prison. I ascend slowly, everything about this

room at the packhouse_ I don’t belong here, it doesn’t fit anymore. Like clothes that

packhouse is home now, but I just can ‘t be around the

the shower to get rid of the evidence Of my self destruction. I don’t cry though, which is

sure if I am just all cried out or if the anger

to do is figure out how long I have been at the hospital

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