HELLO! Thank you for reading this book ;) when I published the first draft of this story I spelled the first word wrong 😂😂😂 lol. I wrote 'he' instead of 'THE'. Enjoy ;) and don't forget to Vote and Comment!
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The cafeteria grew silent. 'Carry my bag, Girl." He whispered, while throwing my head back into the toilet. It was wet and cold, and smelled terrible. Let me tell you something: there is one thing you don't want to have as a memory: and that is sitting in the position where I'm in right now, with my head in the toilet.
The beatings of the other day I still could feel on my back, all the slaps and all the hurting. My brother is standing next to my bully, grinning like a freak. The alpha only laughs and puts his hand back on my head. "Drink, whore, drink."
And the water finds it's way back in my mouth, and I have no way to breath.
I hate my life, for sure.
And one day, one day I'm going to kill myself, before they can.
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The Day I Died
WerewolfI always saw dying as my second choice, after living. The moment he rejected me, was the worst moment of my life. It killed me from inside, it burned. Everyone handles a rejection different. I, yeah, I killed myself. And that totally wasn't my idea...
