Pistanthrophobia, The fear of being hurt by someone you love.
The brain is made with different parts, The hippocampus Is responsible for storing all your memories, The ones you wish you could forget and the ones you wish to remember.
I often find myself in a position where some parts of my brain fail to work. The cerebellum controls movement, But I cant seem to move, I cant run away or fight back.
The cerebrum controls speech, yet I cant find myself able to talk.
Those parts of my brain seem to be failing me, Why couldn't it Have been the other parts, like the primary gustatory cortex The part allowing me to taste my own blood, or the last increments of mint toothpaste trapped in between my teeth.
Even the temporal lobe, the part making me listen to my own sobs, the slurs of a man who once loved me, and the sound of his foot colliding with my ribs.
Then we have the medulla oblongata, Probably the most well known of them all.
The thing that's keeping me alive, the thing that making me breathe, the thing that's slowing down with every punch, every kick, every scratch, slit, pull, bruise....
All caused by a man, who once or at least should have loved me.
19 Year old Amelia Watson has been held captive inside her own 'home' all her life. windows locked, doors shut, and days on end without food. when her father and his girlfriend go on a trip for their anniversary, only then could she breathe. She had a little over a year to herself, Away from the monsters that force themselves into her life and the thoughts that she might end her own. As she finally freed herself from the chains she was locked in only then would another monster come for her, But maybe this one was actually her saving grace.
*COMPLETED*
My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette.
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it.
He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word.
I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it.
"You're blind."
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Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment.
Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it.
What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is?
~CONTENT WARNING~
This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary.
This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner.
This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special.
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Word count at completion date: 33,915
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