Hey,
I've been told to write all my feelings down, to write about my experience. The doctors say it will help, that somehow I will be able to pull through all this pain.
So here goes nothing.
High school was a pain in the ass.
To most people.
To me, high school was the four years in which I ruled the world.
Power was what I had, friends, partying and social media was what I cared about.
Until it all ended.
High school was a dream, a dizzying spell that made me grin. To me, too soon it ended and I was left with no college backing me up and all my stardom gone.
That's when the nightmare began. I became obsessed with keeping my 9k followers interested, getting the perfect picture and spending my money on designer labels. I did most of my werewolf training in one year just to keep fit. I would spend hours reading comments, making sure I was still loved and scrolling through Instagram at night.
Others had moved on and I was still the queen of bitches.
Until it got so bad that I took my life.
Angered by the hate comments, jealous by all the girls who looked far more better than I did. It overcame me.
My parents found me hanged on a ceiling fan in our four bedroom house.
Nobody for a long time wanted to believe that I was going through something. Because in their eyes, depression didn't happen to werewolves. We, werewolves had power, dominance and money. In their eyes only humans suffered through it all.
My sister, god bless her, saw right through it and enrolled me into rehab. I was shunned by the werewolf community and labeled weak.
And so here I am, trying to find who I am if not queen bee. Trying to find what makes me, me and struggling to find my place in the human world if not in the werewolf.
Love
Cat
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WerewolfA L P H A A L E X E I is a feared name, whispered many times by frightened children. But he's respected, others kiss up to him and his word is valued upon. C A T H E R I N E disowned and without a last name. Shunned by the werewolf community...
