When I was ten, they knew of me. And since then, I was left to beg for the world to enclose me in it's joyful mercy. But it didn't listen.
When I was fifteen I lost control. And I knew what it was like to have no hope.
I was sent away. To become someone else's burden. He never came to me, even if I dreamed of his warmth in the coldness of my cell.
I fell to pieces and begged for someone to pick up the pieces, put me back together. But no one came, and no one cared.
So I become Theirs.
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Falling To Pieces [on Hold- rewriting]
WerewolfSince her tenth birthday, Scarlett Green has heard voices that only she can hear and seen things that only she can see. They are the lost souls of tortured she wolfs who seek the blood of those who hurt them. Scarlett has seen it all. From hits, to...