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,

broken beyond repair and I have been surviving that

fix, cause even on my worst day

overlooking everything that has ever been wrong with

can't do this anymore,

but I continue to speak. "Maybe somewhere everyone has

even stand to look at Or be around, who TOLD the principal to punish her more because she is

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

anymore. I turn my back on her and walk toward the treatment

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

a look of shame. I just rolled my eyes and walked past everyone

shooting up my legs, not noticing or caring

staircase leading to my former prison. I ascend slowly, everything about this feels wrong, but so does

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

is home now, but I just can 't be around the guys or even

and head straight for the shower to get rid of the evidence Of my self destruction. I don't cry though, which

I am just all cried out or if the anger