Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Thirteen

AN: SOORRY I TOOK SO LONG. I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THIS CHAPTER SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT. AND BTW I KINDA HATE THIS CHAPTER.

Five thirty four pm, reads the clock at the top right corner of the screen. Today was one of my low days, the first real low day I have had since coming to the pack. I was not very surprised this morning when I awoke surrounded by my demons, I've had too many high days lately finally crashing was to be expected.

I had been working on my school work  for hours now. Zayn had come in earlier and tried to get me to leave my work for today, but quickly left when he saw I was paying him no mind.

I slump down the black leather chair as I hear the rain clash with the glass walls and windows. A clap of thunder rips through the sky and I sigh opening one of my last assignments.

Psychology 101:

Write a five page essay on the following: What is beauty? What makes things beautiful? What is ugly and what makes things ugly?

A frustrated groan slides through my clenched teeth. I rack my friends finger through my hair to find that the curls that had been there this morning had become a nappy mess. Oh the joys of being natural. I really need a relaxer soon.

Grabbing a black rubber band from top right drawer of my desk, I throw my hair into a somewhat decent bun then rest my head on the desk.

I'm so tired. So, so very tired.

'Hoe, get up and get your man. He wants to your attention.'

Athena..I'm tired.  Leave me alone.

'You wouldn't be tired if you'd give Z some attention.'

Z..? Don't call him that..it sounds weird..

The wolf rolls her eyes. 'I don't even know why you wanted to finish school.. You're not going to need it.'

And it is my turn to roll my eyes. Athena I might need it. It could be handy at some point and it would definitely help to have an educated, capable Luna rather than one of those Lunas that do nothing, and act as if they live in the damned fourteenth century just letting their mates do whatever.

A sharp pain stabs my brain as an image of Edeline Capers surfaces in my mind. I hate that woman. She's weak. She is a disgrace to all woman.

My pulse increases and the room grows warmer. Something thick rises in my throat making it difficult to breathe. A dull pain enters my lungs.

'Tiffany!'  The once playful wolf, reenters my mind with wide eyes and an apologetic look. 'I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring up anything. I was just-'

Her presences leaves my body, which is a regular occurrence when I have I anxiety attacks.

I bite down on my tongue and cheeks so hard that blood a taste of blood invades my mouth. I swallow hard to clear my airway and force the images of Edeline from my head. I inhale, greedily sucking air into my lungs.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Taking the bottle of brandy from the drawer, I guzzle a good amount of it then place it back in the drawer and take a sip of tea to hide the scent of liquor.