"Tell me if this hurts, Annie." Alyxe said, softly nibbling on her skin. At first, Analeese was confused as to why the small nibbles would hurt her, but she soon realized that the small nibbles weren't what she had to worry about.
"Fuck." Analeese...
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"What's the news, doc?" Analeese's mother asked, her face covered in tears.
"Well, ma'am, your daughter is pregnant. We're going to extract the baby and mature it on our own until it's fully developed." Dr. Monseena responded. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Ms. Rosemary."
"Thank you and uh, we'll get out of your way so you all can start on the surgery, thank you." Ms. Rosemary said, ushering everyone out of the room.
"Reign, you have to go find your brother, you know how reckless he gets when he's upset or angry, and now that he has his wolf, there's no telling where his head is at right now." Mr. Dallementé said to his son.
Reign nodded and followed his father's orders. He ran out of the hospital and to the woods, where he transformed and became a wolf. He followed Alyxe's scent, but Alyxe had made it purposefully difficult to follow. He must've known that someone would come looking for him.
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I was sitting on the edge of a cliff, weights tied to my ankles. I wanted to feel something, I wanted to feel alive, just for a little bit. I tried to grab on to Analeese's hand but she wasn't there. I looked around to try to find her but to no avail. Where was she?
I stood up, the weights hurting my ankles, making me feel like I was unable to, but I fought through it. I limped around, searching for Analeese.
"Annie?" I called out, hearing the echoes that followed, mimicking my voice. "Annie, answer me, this isn't funny," I said sternly, my ears perking up, allowing me to concentrate harder on hearing her voice if she replied.
"Wait," I said to myself, pulling out the polaroid picture taken only hours ago. The picture showed Annie in a hospital bed, her lips on my cheek, her hand on my chest, her other hand interlocked with mine. I was smiling. Smiling. Smiling.
I tried to smile right now, but I couldn't, I couldn't smile. Tears began falling onto my face again. Why am I crying? I shouldn't be-
"FUCK, ANNIE, WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!" I yelled, dropping to my knees. I banged my first against the ground, watching as my blood coated the rocks.
Before I could bang my fist on the ground again, I realized something. She didn't have to say it, but I'd noticed the signs a long time ago. Like that one time at my house, when she got all panicky all of a sudden and kept whispering something about meds and death.
Then when we went to visit her mom, she took some pills, every morning, every night, but she wouldn't tell me what they were, and when I found the bottle and began examining it, she snatched it from me and started going on and on about privacy.
It's not her fault, it's mine. I didn't realize, I didn't pay that much attention to it, or rather, I just brushed it off, but never forgot the things that happened.
