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 this anymore, it

raspy and my throat hurts but I continue to speak. “Maybe somewhere everyone has a

around, who TOLD the principal to punish

from feeling bad for my situation. This is me, damaged and messed

I can’t change for everyone else anymore. I turn my back on her and walk toward the treatment room door

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

my eyes and walked past

shooting up my legs, not noticing

former prison. I

belong here, it doesn’t fit anymore.

packhouse is home now, but I just can ‘t

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

if I am just all cried out

out, dry off and get dressed. The first thing I need to do is figure out how long I have been at the hospital and see if I

my stuff is in my room at the packhouse. Just another thing I’m going to have to