Melissa

ller after all. Can't blame my mom for not being able to tell me these stories despite how badly I wanted to hear them from her perspective. After all, this was a woman who passed out twice on the night of my birth, yes twice, yet somehow

ed me. Knowledge of that wasn't pleasing either but I'm old enough to understand that certain pain

patchy areas that even dad in his expertise in story crafting couldn't pass onto me, how could he? He

cold! I could see the shock-the surge that hit as the memories came to her. I could feel her life force slowly dry out with each word she spoke. It had to be the cause of her death, there's no other explanation. Mother was a strong woman, she had faced

t I've ever been at. My limit? What exactly is my limit? What is this madness I'm living in? A few years ago I definitely wouldn't have thought that I could push myself this far, but can I go any further than this? Do I even have an option? Oh good heavens! Well, there is always the easiest route out, could just fucking jump down from this cave and end it

life we currently live, it's a life rid of pain and filled with pleasures, but only the brave get to see it, only those of valour get to feel it. So, I guess I'm safe, even if some stupid after-life e

rever the fuck the afterlife is. Watching Jack, trying to calm all 10 of them down, would be quite a task given how emotionless their faces look right now, having to watch Ruth and Ase cry as they stare from way up here at my l

tter-fitting children they could've given this burden to, not me, not fucking me! Why would they give such powers to a weak little girl, a coward? I'm not strong, I'm not brave and I'm not intimidating! What could they possibly see in me? You see, it makes no sense, there's no way a bunch of all-knowing floating creatures will pick someone like me to have the power

ng. I wish I didn't fight it, I wish I let him love me but I was too caught up in being a mess, too damn stupid to know that no one would ever get me better than he did. It burns my soul every day that our last conversation was an argument. All he did was try to explain his feelings, and all he did was try to reach out to me. My last words to him were really "you can be so dumb sometimes," how amusing, the last thing I told the sweetest and smartest b

gest alpha material that exists. He would've made an amazing clan chief, he always wanted to be one. He always told me of his visions and his plans which sounded so intelligent like almost every other thing he has ever said, I never took it seriously though. I never took him seriously. But then if I could go back

e my people. This is my reality, the life I live and the life I must complete. I can't let his death go to waste, I can't let their deaths go to waste. T

st get revenge, I