Ever since the death of my father I have been subjected to all sorts of humiliation, dehumanizing diabolical acts, for the pleasure of the corrupt leaders of our pack.
The night is my only escape, and the moon is my comforter, my therapist, she listen and calms my soul. I have been ostracized from the pack, I live right by the border, this was done intentionally, so that In the event of an attack, I would be the first to go. It also means that I would have to walk at least 20mins to get to the pack house to scavenge for the scraps left off by those who live there.
Although most of my nights end in misery and tears, I am grateful that I haven't been pushed so far back that I would want to end my life, i know so many who haven't been lucky. Lucy for example, a simple orphan who lived in the pack house as an omega, was bullied from the day of her parents death to the day she took her life.
The idea has crossed my mind- but, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction to know that their actions and words where the reasons behind my death. That means that even in death they would still have some sort of power over me.
Anyways enough with the speech, my name us Anna Black as you have gathered thus far. I am now 19 years of age. I am now alone in the world and I currently in the United Kingdom- England to be exact.
My favourite colour is red, and my favourite food is honey barbecue win-
"ANNA, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT GET UP HERE!" - that is the voice if cynthia, my fathers murderer and mistress of the new Alpha.
Currently I'm in the pack house doing my shift, since the death of lucy I have been uncovering her shifts as well as mine, meaning that I only get 4 hours to rest each night sometimes I can get 6 if they had a late night.
Running up the never ending fucking stairs to get to the top is a flipping mission. "ANNA! I THOUGHG I CALLED YOU UP HERE!"
Finally I get to the top if the stairs and running down the hallway to her room.
Looking down- because staring at then directly is a crime punishable my the removal of an eye. And we all learned the hard way.
"Yes miss cynthia, how my I help you today" I relied
"H-how may HELP me today?" Pulling me by my left ear she drags me into the room. "Come here you lazy shit, THIS! Is what you can help me with. Why the fuck is it still here?"
By it, she is referring to her once clean but now stained white bed sheets. "Miss cynthia, I replaced you're sheets this morning I didn't know that you-" a resounding slap met my left cheek. Although my body has begun to my numb to all the beatings from time to time the shock of the impact is enough to drive me insane.
"I replaced your sheets miss cynthia, she say, if you did the why is the stain on there! You are supposed to know when my cycle starts and ends to that my sheets remain clean at all TIMES!"
"Do I make my self CLEAR!" She asks
What else could I do but say "yes miss cynthia, I will bring you fresh sheets right away"
And with that I run to the laundry room with the dirty sheets put them away and dress the bed that I already dressed again.
YOU ARE READING
only HIS?
Werewolfjust when I start to discover who I want to be in life, I find him. the only one who could do this to a girl, the only one who could change the little happiness I felt in my life to a immense sadness.
