Mate Hate
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Fiction
Paranormal
16 thats the magic number right? Thats when everyone thought there true Mate,or as the humans would call it Mr.Right, would come along and whisk you away. Generation after Generation of being told 'Your mate will love you unconditionally and protect you when all else fails." But did you ever hear of the story, of when the mate was the only person trying to hurt you? Did you hear of the story of the mate that lost his sanity, over finding and being with one person? Everyone thinks that the day you meet your mate, you will never have to worry about being loved or protected ever again Right? WRONG!!!! It was all a lie, all of it, especially for me. The year i turned 16 i had wished with all my heart that i could turn back the time and go back to before. Here is my story of how my Mate became my most feared and hated enemy.
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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