How to Handle Rejection - Maybe

Chapter 3

It had been a month. A whole month with (or without?) a rejected mate. I couldn't handle it anymore. I had lost my only mate, and then I lost my only friend. Sera. I frowned at the thought as I lay in my bed. Doing nothing. As usual. I had not left the house once.

Sera, my now ex-best friend. Back to that thought. On that night, she had also found her mate. She came to me the second day of not having a mate. I told her what happened, and she didn't even seem to care. She waved it off, then said that she would be leaving to join her mate's pack. He wasn't an alpha like Crone was. Just a beta, like her.

My mind went back to Crone. I didn't even know what he looked like. It was too dark. I was torn between believing that as a good thing, or a bad thing. I sighed, turning my head to the other side. I guess I will never know... and then an idea popped into my head. That idea is nothing that I am proud of, but it was the only thing I could think of.

My parents had said that they will be gone for the afternoon on pack business. I had only moaned in reply. I stood up and went to the kitchen. I didn't pay attention to the time. I only needed a minute. I stared shakily at the knives on the counter. I gripped one in my sweaty hand, and held out my other wrist.

My wolf was as depleated as I was. She didn't care anymore, like I didn't. I brought the tip down and drew my own blood from my own arm. I cut it along my veins, the best way to get as much blood as I could. Because of my bloodline, I heal quickly. I did it again as the skin began to grow back. I kept doing it, cut after cut.

By the time my parents found me, my vision was blurred from either tears or weakness. I didn't care. There was a large pool of blood at my feet. I heard my mother's sad cry, and then my father yelling my name. He stormed over to my side and grabbed the knife out of my hand. I started to bite it now that the blade was gone.

My father told my mom to call something, and he grabbed my wrists. I only closed my eyes. I can't go on. I linked to him. And then the next thing I knew, there was only silence and the color of black. I didn't care. My wolf didn't care. My mate didn't care.

I woke in my father's arms, a towel wrapped around my wrist. My dad saw me open my eyes and kissed my forehead. "I'm so sorry, honey." he whispered. "Why?" I said blankly. He looked over at my mother from across the living room. She looked sad. "We're taking you to a hospital for wolves like you." she said quietly. I looked back at my father.

"A mental institute?" I hissed, struggling to get out of his arms. He looked hurt. I didn't care. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?" I started to yell at him. He only looked down, ashamed. "Well, maybe I am. Maybe I am crazy." My mother gasped. "Tilly, please..." my father pleaded.

"No! I'm tired of everyone telling me what to do! Just because I'm ranked as an omega, it doesn't mean I don't have alpha bloodline. I can take care of myself! I don't need doctors! Why won't you just leave me be?" I snarled. "You two infuriate me!" I gave another shriek, just for good measure. My father reached for me.

I stood, beat his hand away, and ran. I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me.

I packed a bag with clothes. The bag was easy to slip on as a wolf, which is why I chose it. I shoved all the clothes that fit in it. I had another plan. Maybe this plan was as crazy as I was. I waited for the pounding and crying on my door to cease as the night grew on. They had to go to sleep at some time.

I found some sciccors under my bed. No, I wasn't going to cut myself again. But I was going to cut my hair. I hated it. It was the hair that my mate saw and rejected. Angrily, I went to my mirror. I randomly snapped the sciccors onto my hair. I felt the locks fall. I didn't care. I gazed at my now chin-length hair was no longer wavy. It was just sticking out at random areas on my head.

Turning to the dresser, I went to pick out some different clothes to wear. I put on a really short shirt that had thin straps. It had a yellow smiley face painted on the black material. I laughed coldly at how it totally didn't fit my situation. I put it on anyways. I went to the closet and grabbed some baggy, black, leather pants that hung loosely on my hips. By now, I had lost a lot of weight from my depression.

I looked down at my wrist. It was still inflamed, but it had healed. Why didn't they just let me do it? It's not like they actually care. I don't. I picked up the glass jewelry box my father bought me, and put its contents into my bag. So much rage took over me, and I threw to the ground. It smashed instantly.

My bare feet distracted me. I can't run with no shoes on. I tisked myself. I went back to the closet and grabbed my converse. They were comfortable and easy to run around in. I put them in my bag. I won't need them til later. I turned around and sat impatiently on my bed.

I watched the clock on my nightstand slowly tick away the minutes. Was it slowly? I don't remember. I was crazy, how could I remember everything? I pushed down all my love for my parents. I practiced forgetting about the whole pack. My whole life. I practiced forgetting everything. Except the words of my mate rejecting me.

The house was quiet. I liked the quiet. It meant no one was there to judge me. But it also meant my mate wasn't there to block out their words. My mate. The one that rejected me and made me like this. That's right... I realized. He had done this to me. And I was going to get him for this.

He was the one who rejected me without even knowing me. He left me out in the cold instead of taking me into his warm arms. We were mates, and he rejected me. Rejection never goes lightly, and some way or anther, he would pay.

I was going to see to it. I was going to make sure that he gets what he deserves. He is an evil wolf, and evil wolves paid the price that they deserve. No matter what rank they have. If it meant an omega was going to have to do it, then so be it.