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*Dear Diary,*
I know it's been a long time, but... something's happened. I guess the last time I wrote down my feelings was when I was normal.
An ordinary cheerleader at my high school, who hanged out with the popular crowd and had a perfect boyfriend.
But we're back. I'm back.
Back to where everything began and I can't shake the feeling that no matter what I do, I'm going to lose another part of myself.
And I hate it.
I hate being weak. And I hate being hated. And I hate what I did to Isaac.
When he was tied up to that chair, he begged to be realized, to be saved. He begged for his Alpha to come and rescued it and I... enjoyed it.
I enjoyed his suffer because it made me forget about mine. It made my thirst for vengeance dimmed slightly, knowing that I caused pain to something he cared about.
And now I feel guilty and I hate it.
I'm supposed to don't feel anything for anyone.
I'm supposed to make him pay.
I'm supposed to be the predator.
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Vengeful · Teen wolf ·
FanfictionSometimes, all you have to do is kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person. At least, that's what I used to believe myself. Happy endings, love, etc. But, I wasn't so out...
