Andrew didn't stop calling me after I ended the call to the point I had to switch my phone off. The normal room I've been in for at least month became smaller each day I think it's time for me to leave. My mind slowly drifts off thinking about Andrews call "I'm sorry" those words kept repeating in my head. Yet even though my heart ached for his touch when I heard his voice. However the hatred I have for him and what he had done didn't fade it was there eating away on me, telling me to scream all the pain away, reject him as my mate then and there. My emotion is out of control I don't know what I want but all I know is I need to see outside this hospital again.
The doctor was extremely happy that I wanted to discharge myself, too happy in my opinion as I walked outside calm waves of wind touch my brown hair as it dances with the air. I felt peaceful looking at the blue sky outlined with white puffy clouds I missed it all. The wind the sun everything I just never realised.
I don't know how long I stood there looking up but realisation wash over me where was I to stay.
I couldn't go back to Andrew, or even that house itself, memories started to come back to me as I rethought my past couple mouths in this pack. painful thoughts submerged my mind turning the peace I had for second to anxiety and a stressful depressing state
I felt unbalanced taking steps back to my protective place I thought I was ready.
(No) An unknown voice cries out to me making me stop everything
(You're not weak. you're strong. show them you're strong)
Slowly but eventually I toke a step forward which led to more as the hospital disappeared in the distance I didn't know where I was going but I wasn't going to give up.
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Dying faith
WerewolfFaith maxwells a innocent conflicted woman looks for a new beginning in a new pack. All goes well till the universe sides against her beating her down.
