The next morning, I woke up early to start my normal routine. While walking past the kitchen, I heard the Beta and Gamma talking loudly to someone. I couldn't quiet make out who so I snuck in a little closer. Watching through a small crack in the door, my heart sank it was Mrs Ollie.
She looked as though she had been crying. Her face swollen, blood poured around her mouth
"TELL THE TRUTH DID YOU HELP THAT DISGRACED, THAT MUTT" the Beta roared
The Gamma helped Mrs Ollie arm behind her back. While Beta slapped her face,then again.
I couldn't stop the tears from coming, falling from my eyes like a heavy cloud that couldn't hold anything more.
I felt useless,as I was watching this poor sweet woman get punished Because of me.
Why does everything bad constantly happen just when I thought I might be Ok, that I could find someone who would care about me. It gets taken away in an instant. I should have known better than to let her help me.
Now she is going to suffer.
I can't help
I am nothing
In a few seconds, I felt sorry for myself, the Beta picks up a knife and slid her throat.
That was it, I scream
I couldn't contain it any longer Everything that was building inside of me come out in that scream.
. Rage slowly trying to creep its way to the surface. A fury waiting to be unleashed on these two wolves. but just as quickly as it tried to climb its way out, realization that Im pathetic, weak wolf, shut down any possibility of revenge happening.
The Beta's eye snapped back to where the scream came from and connected to mine. Piercing blue eyes cut into my soul.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't breathe
A smile crossed his face as he started
walking towards me.
"Enjoy the show you filthy, Mutt"he snickered. Grinning at the submissive I was currently in.
"This is your fault. This is what happens when anyone thinks about helping your disgusting repulsive, pathetic self". He spat his face so close to me, I could feel his breath on my neck. His eyes darkened, his wolf trying to force itself out to attack me at any second. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain.
It's my fault
I winced as he held onto my face, forcing me to look straight ahead. Tears pooling from me as I watched the last bit of life leave Mrs Ollie. A small smile apart from her, mouthing "It's okay"to me as her sparkling eyes slowly closed, leaving no sign of life left in her.
I hate myself
"Don't ever think about doing something like this again, mutt" he whispered in my ears, slowly raising me up, only to slap my face and knock me down again.
"It will never end well for them,or for you ",he laughed leaving the room and leaving me alone with the empty shell that was once a kind woman.
Fuck,why am I cursed
What did I do to deserve a life like this?
Trauma has a way with embedding into your mind, the memories playing in a loop, tormenting you for every month you awake. Forever, attaching itself to the inner most parts of you and haunting the depth of your soul. Plaguing you for alternative
Following you like a dark could that refuses to let the tiniest speck of sunshine through.
Depression, sucking away any chance of hope you think you have. Reminding you, how worthless you really are, tiny whispered in your ears, telling you how pathetic you are, how you will never leave the dark. There will never be light again.
Please, just let this pain stop
Goddess, make the darkness go away
I will never forget the image of Mrs Ollie for as long as I live.