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

can fix, cause even on my worst day I still perform better

ever been wrong with me. I will heal myself, by

can't do

hurts but I continue to speak. "Maybe somewhere

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

I don't want love that comes from feeling bad for my situation. This

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

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

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

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

halls to the staircase leading to my former prison. I ascend slowly, everything

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

the packhouse is home now, but I just can 't be around the

to get rid of the evidence

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