That Expressionless Guy

That Expressionless Guy

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Sionel was this guy I sat beside during class since he came to School of Titylo when I was 11y/o. Since then, people stopped bullying me. I thought it was because everyone had matured and became better people. To him, I was probably the girl called Fyrie who sat beside him during class. Everything was going okay until Sionel stopped coming to school. I never thought there was anything going on between us but I started missing his presence and people started calling me names like "fairy" and "fire". It was then I realised everyone feared him because his expressionless stare when they approached him. Then, one day as I was doing my homework in my room, Sionel came into my room through my window and grabbed me. Before he created this.....portal, he whispered the first words he had ever said to me, "Come on, hold on tight, Fyrie, the Iyre have discovered you're a ...." Those were the last words I heard as I was sucked into the portal and Sionel hugged me closer to protect me. His next words changed my life. "Sapphirer, just like me." Then, I fell asleep in his arms, lost in the whirl of thoughts in my mind and the swirling vortex of colours and sound around me. Clinging on to Sionel, the only strand to reality I knew now.
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Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

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