It. One word. One word that ripped my heart into a million pieces. I stood up for myself, ignoring all the hateful stares, the criticizing looks, and disgusted comments; only to be rewarded by a mate that does the same thing.
Why did I survive the birth? Why couldn't I die instead of my mother? I can't stand the hate building up inside of me, for myself. I wanted to feel pain. It was the only thing that I could control. Suffering is the only way I can stop myself from hearing the small voice in my head that I have had for years telling me to harm myself. I pushed my hands back into the cuffs and hissed in pain.
Pain that I wanted, pain that gave me a sick sort of pleasure. Pleasure that I yearned for.
"I'm sorry," I whispered to my wolf. I wasn't hurting just myself, but my wolf too
" It's ok," I heard the faint whisper from my wolf. Silver hurt wolves but I needed the pain. I grabbed the tip of the cuffs and used it to make a deep cut in my wrists.
Worthless
Useless
Ugly
Faggot
I screamed in agony. I needed an escape from the world, and I was finally getting it. Black swirls evolved in my eyes. The last thing I heard was someone begging me to open my eyes, but it was already too late.
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WerewolfLike every other werewolf teenager, Parker dreamed of meeting her mate. The man that would take her away from the hardships that she had faced before however, like always she was in for a surprise. He hated her, treated her as if she wasn't his equa...
