Better Than Revenge

Chapter eight?!?!?!

HI GUYS!!! I FEEL REALLY GUILTY FOR NOT UPDATING IN SUCH A LONG TIME IT IS JUST THAT I HAVE BEEN WAYYY OVERLOADED THIS YEAR SO FAR WITH SCHOOL.

AS FOR THE GUY THAT MY FRIEND AND I SENT THE LETTER TO, WELL I HAD TO GO TO A DRAMA CLASS AND GUESS WHO WAS TEACHING IT?? YUPPP HIM, I WANTED TO CRAWL UNDER A ROCK. TURNS OUT HE WAS VERY CREEPED OUT BY THE WHOLE THING BUT ONCE HE FOUND OUT THAT IT WAS ALL A JOKE HE SAID HE FELT MUCH BETTER.

I HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO SHARE BUT I DON'T WANT TO DRAG ON, SO TO THE STORY!!!

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CHAPTER 8~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Genesis P.O.V.

"Okay, go ahead." I said, my voice shaking. Something wasn’t right I could feel it.

"I know that we are mates..." He said, making my heart flutter with the word 'mate.' He continued, "But I really love Andrea, and though I care about you, I can't even think straight when I am around you, it is just that Andrea needs me and I need her. You see I cannot just leave her and I don't want to leave her. Maybe if we were to pretend we never meet, things would be easier. This is hard for me but I do not want to lead you on because though we are mates, if we weren’t wolves I would choose Andrea in a heartbeat. We are connected through our wolves, just a bond that we have no control over, but me and Andrea we have something strong and hard to keep, we have genuine chosen love."

A lump grew in my throat, I pleaded with myself not to cry but before I knew it my vision blurred and weird seal like sobs were escaping my mouth. I tried so hard to hold it in but I couldn't, it was like my heart was ripped into pieces and I could not escape this circle of bad timing. I stood there thinking of a witty reply, trying to stand tall and get a hold of myself but I just could not find it in me. I wanted to say that he is a wolf and that he cannot change that, or say that’s okay because I never really wanted you anyway, but all that I was able to say was, "Okay." With that I mustered all my strength and began to walk away. I was glad he didn't say "Let’s just be friends" because I knew that I would most likely never even be able to look at him again. I was supposed to be strong, hate him, be angry, but all I felt was pity, pity for me. Nothing had ever worked in my favor I wish I knew why but I didn't. Why isn't it that I can't find some sort of happiness like those who surrounded me. I had tried so hard all these years to be perfect. Keeping my hair blonde, always curling it, constantly wearing makeup, wearing 'stylish' clothes and yet nobody seemed to care. With each step I took farther and farther into the woods the darker my heart grew. Thinking of all the wrong, all the lost love, all the hurt and I knew I was the cursed. The person who was supposed to love me the most didn't and those who I loved never really loved me other than my brother.

I finally made it home and was completely exhausted. I walked into the bathroom and stared t myself in the mirror, turning in circles finding each flaw and thinking, this is why nobody loves me. I hated myself, I hated everyone. Why did no one have to hurt like me, nobody knew what it was like to be their own best friend and worst enemy. I had based my life around others constantly making changes, trying to make an impression. People always wanted a good show, a spectacular impression. At that very moment I decided I would leave them with something to talk about, leave them with a great impression. I reached down and grasped the cool wood of the drawer beneath the sink and opened it. People couldn’t be impressed with me positively so I wanted to leave them with something negative, maybe then they would see me. Once the drawer was open i fumbled around in it until i felt the cool metal of the scissor blades. I grasped the scissors and starred at my reflection in the mirror.

I opened the scissors and closed them, feeling my hair trickle down my back. My hair was short and choppy, just the way I wanted it, like me, a mess. I decided that the next day I would buy hair dye and go stop by the local body piercing and tatto shop. I would make a statement I would make them see that they no longer have any influence over me. That very second the bathroom door flew opwn.

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