It's been a week since I got out of the hospital and three days since I found out that my parents, my "friends", my so called "boyfriend" and the ninety-nine percent of the school were werewolves. I tried not to freak out and pretend to be okay with all of this, but I just couldn't.
My family was still trying to help me get my memories back, but I would just brush them away. I couldn't handle all of this. My brain feels like it will explode any day now. Ever since I had that memory, they tried to push me into remembering more of it but my mind was still blank.
All I remember was a girl with short reddish-brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was telling me about mates or something like that. That's all my brain could remember. I was getting tired of this. Tired of not knowing my past. Tired of not knowing who I was before they kidnapped me and drugged me.
