My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Chapter 0141

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

without having to checkin every three seconds with someone or having people follow me and force me to do things differently without a second

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,

I have been surviving

can fix, cause even on my worst

care about me, while overlooking everything that has ever been wrong with me.

I'm sorry Luna, I just can't do

raspy and my throat hurts but I continue to speak. "Maybe somewhere everyone has a soft spot for the small, spare beta

look at Or be around, who TOLD the principal to punish her more because she is unworthy and could use the

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

for everyone else anymore. I turn my back on her and walk toward the

and grief stricken. Their eyes widened at the

eyes and walked past everyone down the hallway

shooting up my legs, not noticing or caring if people were staring at me. I let myself in the back

and walked the silent halls to the staircase leading to my former prison. I

my room at the packhouse_ I don't belong here, it doesn't fit anymore. Like clothes that are just too small,

but suffocating and tight. I agree with my wolf, the packhouse is home now, but I just can 't be around the

to get rid of the evidence Of my self

all cried out or