I wake up with an all familiar beeping sound next to me. The completely white room has a white bed, nightstand, machine, and a white couch with my sleeping mate on it. What happened? All I remember is Tate being choked then Seth almost raping me then... Oh... My... Gosh.... SETH MARKED ME! I AM GOING TO KILL THAT LITTLE SHIT! I stand from the bed and walk over to a peacefully sleeping Seth. To bad. My hand is already in motion when I slap him across the face as hard as I possibly can. He jolts up from the chair and looks for any danger then spots my harsh eyes glaring daggers. If a look could kill, he'd be 6 feet under already. His eye soften when his warm gaze meets my cold one.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU MARK ME WITHOUT MY CONSENT YOU SELF ABSORBED ASSHOLE?!" I shout, causing a doctor to barge into the room, but leave a quickly as he entered when Seth looks at him.
"Because you're mine" he growled.
"I WILL NEVER BE YOURS YOU PRICK." I screamed and he answered with a loud growl. "I should have left when I had the chance." I whisper out the last part, staring at my bare feet. Suddenly I am lifted off of the ground and I feel the wall against my back. In front of me is one of the scariest things I've ever seen. Seth's eyes are a dark shade of greenish black, signaling that his wolf has surfaced, and his canines are lengthened.
"DON'T EVER SPEAK OF LEAVING ME EVER AGAIN. UNDERSTOOD" He boomed, now seething. Tears rolled down my face as he growled, I turned my head so he couldn't see my tear stained face. He immediately grabbed my chin and forced in his direction, making me look at him. A sob escaped my mouth as his claws dug into my sides. The hot tears poured down my face making a pool below my raised feet.
"UNDERSTOOD" he bellowed making the ground shake and I wasn't even standing on it. I gulped then said the sentences that would probably kill me.
"I hate you. I will never, ever be yours. You should probably just kill me now." I sobbed out. Let soon realized what he was doing and set me down on the bed.
"Doctor" he boomed.
"That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt. Tell my sister I'm sorry" I whispered lowly before grabbing a pair of scissors that were laying on the nightstand and plunging it into my stomach before he could stop me. Soon, darkness overcame me and I went out like a light for the 4th time this month.
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"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."
― Jim Morrison
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I Hate My Mate
Altele*Beep beep beep* the sound of the familiar machine next to me. The hospital. Ugh. I should be dead. A tear slid down my face before I turned to face the people next to me. Tate was sleeping in an uncomfortable looking hospital chair and Seth was se...
