Prologue

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SING THIS IN THE TUNE CALLED 'sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G' or whatever it's called .

Two of my fake friends looking at me, S-E-C-R-E-T-S. 

First comes trust, second comes deception, next comes betrayal,  then comes me-e with revenge.

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   Abandoned. Bullied. Acting. Tired of acting. Hurt. Betrayed. Rage. Burning anger. 

   That was me. All of that was just stuffed into me like what they would do in a "Build-A-Bear Workshop" when it came to stuffing the stuff. 

   When I was a baby, I was left onto a doorstep of a werewolf pack. Why this pack? 

   Ever since then, I grew up into being bullied. Beaten. Abused by my 'pack'. I don't know why it had to be me. What did I ever do? 

   I have grew up into learning how to act. When they would hit me, I would pretend to cry. When they said something mean, the tears were in my eyes. I would trip over feet that were purposely meant for me, even if I could aviod it. 

   Why do I do this, you ask?

   Everyday I look into the mirror and see my scars and bruises that I recieve daily and vow a promise, a promise I shall keep until death, or maybe forever. I will destroy their lives like they have never seen before. I will seek vengeance until my soul is put to rest. 

  Those bullies, those adults who allowed it to happen, and all of the teachers who ignored it on purpose, know this: Ember here is coming for you. 

   This isn't a story about unicorns and ponies or acheiving world "peace". It's about getting vengeance.

   Or so I thought... 

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