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Ep 2 ・❥・ second chance at first line
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Every time Harper shut her eyes, she saw his. She saw his beady eyes glaring back at her, and the cunning smirk that he always wore. She hated it. She hated the way that she felt the hairs on her arms raise and the pit in her stomach grow, and even more so the fact he was still infiltrating her mind.
She saw him in every shadow. In every corner. He was everywhere, and Harper had no escape, not even in her dreams. She was scared of seeing him even when it came time for her to sleep, she was terrified of what her mind would conjure up without her control.
She heard his voice with the hiss of the wind, with the hushed murmurs and whispers on street corners and it made her feel as though she was always on the verge of losing her mind.
As much as she tried to erase the memories of everything that happened when she was in the pack and as much as she tried to erase the daunting image of her alpha, it was simply impossible and she was almost certain it would be like that for the rest of her life.
Harper fiddled with her dagger, examining the way the metal glistened under the glow of the morning sun. She yearned for sleep but would rather be exhausted than have to face the nightmares she was sure would have to endure the second her head hit the pillow.
Harper had decided to occupy herself with her daggers and knives when it was still dark out. It gave her an uncanny sense of safety to even simply hold the dagger in her hands, the feeling she got was the closest to if she were to use her voice.
It was ironic.
She had to stop using her voice as a weapon for the sole reason she couldn't control it properly, and yet, the reason she felt a morbid comfort within her various blades, knives and daggers was because of the control that they gave her.
Harper took a deep breath as she practically collapsed onto the ground. Her exhaustion from not sleeping and training till the break of dawn finally caught up to her. She set the dagger down on the dirt beside her and drew her knees to her chest and buried her head into them. Her thoughts were suffocating and deafeningly loud and nothing she did would quiten them. No matter how many breaths she drew, it was as if there was suddenly not enough oxygen around her.
She had been in Beacon Hills for not even a week and had seen hunters for the first time in years, had gone to school, which was an awfully strange experience for her because she'd only been enrolled for a few weeks before having to move. Although education was the last thing her alpha could possibly care about Selene has taken the time to teach Harper the fundamentals, which she was beyond grateful for.
