Not once Have I shed a tear......
Not once Have I screamed......
Not a word from my lips........
Not a Sound...... Not a peep.
For If I were to make a sound, a moan, a scream, or even a word They would win and I would lose.....
Hatred, her favorite emotion...
Young Angelique taught herself at a young age never to cry out for help and to never trust a person who smiles kindly. Although every day her hatred grows and every night her memories still haunt her. The only people who have ever gotten through her barrier are the younger kids at the orphanage and the creatures who lurk in the forest. Her wolves and her kids are what content her most, but best be warned never touch neither for if you value your life never cross her barrier and never touch what she consider hers.....
