Remaining Unbroken
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Last published Mon, Mar 11, 2013
Never have I ever written in a diary before. I always thought that my brain was large and complex enough to carry all of my thoughts, but that's not true anymore. Lately, I've been thinking, and thinking, and thinking and all my thoughts just swarmed and spilled over the side of my brain, letting me sink into a very real depression.
Although still depressed, I found this diary in the confines of my home, and unconsciously started articulating my thoughts into words and I have let those words become my life. I find that there's no need to wallow in the past. No need to reminisce in the beauty of my seemingly flamboyant memories, only because I will end up daydreaming of what could've been. I don't need to think of what could've been, I need to focus on now. And now, I need my head geared on the will to remain unbroken.
Faye is a human girl left in the care of a werewolf couple, who surprisingly love her like there's no tomorrow and accept her with open arms. She's tormented, though, by others in the pack and is subjected to a hidious life. She finds a diary, and writes down all the detail that she finds necessary, beginning with the moment she was found. Her diary becomes her confidante, and as she struggles to find her place in the pack and to ignore all the unwanted brutality, she comes face to face with her worst nightmare: Drew, the alpha's son. Follow Faye in her journey to discover the meaning of life and how one decision can impact one's life forever; starting with the decision her parents made to keep her. Is it possible for an already cracking soul such as Faye's to be able to find the will to remain unbroken?
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