Silent Sorrow

Silent Sorrow

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My face against the window pane... I never though it'd be this way. Ever since my mother, Mary Nickolson,  died nine months ago in a horrible car accident, my dad and I, we have been greiving. We decieded to get a new house because the memories of my mother were engraved into that house. It was too much for me to handle. Dad bought a pretty white two story house with a balcony. The house was about eight miles from nowhere. The view was so beautiful sunflowers and trees as far as I could see. When we first moved I would run upstairs to the balcony and just sit there and think. It was an amazing house. I loved it. Well, I did up untill the Carloes moved into the single story house across the street.
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My name was once Mia Elizabeth Vauthier. I was the princess of a great land where wolves, grander than any other creature shifted freely between animal and man. Where nature and its inhabitants lived together in an uninterrupted harmony. Where the supernatural was not abhorred by those arrogant beings that called themselves humans. Here the supernatural was just as part of nature as the trees and the grass, just as the Goddess had wished it to be. Since the day of my birth, I had been the envy of all the land. I would be powerful I would be great I would be blessed by the Goddess... Or so they had thought. When I was meant to shed my fragile human skin and flow smoothly in the Goddess' blessed creature of the night, I did not. It did not happen when I was sixteen, or seventeen, or eighteen. The shock had been like steaming water, trickling down the naked skin, tearing skin as it went leaving ugly marks that could never be removed. I became stained. The Princess who was an omega and not just an omega, a wolfless omega. An empty shell, a box with no contents, a heart with no blood. Just an empty vessel. I wished so desperately to fill the empty space with something worth more than the haunting echoes of what should have been but that was not my fate. Instead the once beloved princess I was cast aside, thrust into a tower with no promise of a prince to rescue me. The only dragon that guarded me was my own mind, a sharp weapon which would slowly poison me. I thought nothing could save me... Perhaps it is still too late.

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