"Inside she's a wreck.
When you see her she looks perfectly fine.
Deep down her mind is a mess.
When she's with you she looks happy.
When she's alone she's fragile.
This girl is full of dreams,
She wants to escape her town,
Meet new people, travel,
Explore the world, and
Go on fun road trips
At midnight
And perhaps one day
She'll be truly happy.
And when you ask her "Are you okay?"
And for once she'll, "I'm fine"
And it wouldn't
Be a lie.
~ A.E
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Exactly like my Parents said, I was currently standing in front of my answer.
I stood there frozen, half afraid and half shocked as I watched them force wolfsbane into his system.
His screams of pain are haunting and send shivers down my spine.
Esme stalks towards him. Holding a tall, rounded object that looks like a vase with a stem and base.
I recognize the object to be an urn, which was used for storing the ashes of a cremated person.
I frown, I've seen that urn before. But where?
With the urn in her hand, Esme continues to walk towards Charles.
"What is that?" He shouts at her, fear evident in his voice.
"It is a collection of ashes from the most powerful children of the night" She replies, letting her anger seep through her tone.
Who were the most powerful Werewolves? I try to think.
I shake my head, I honestly have no idea. I don't ever remember being told about the most powerful children of the night.
Charles' screams bring me back to reality and I watch in horror as Esme forces Charles' mouth open without using too much power since the wolfsbane already made him weak and beings to thrust the ashes down his throat and into his frail body.
The witches begin to surround him, concealing him from my eyes. They hold hands, linking their power and becoming one.
"Τώρα, θα υποστούν τις συνέπειες των πράξεών σας" They begin to chant.
What does that mean? I don't speak Greek!
now, you will suffer the consequences of your actions. The snarky voice translates.
Oh, so now you decide to grace us with your glorious presence, I snap.
They stop chanting after a while, meaning they must have completed the spell.
They unlink their hands and step back. Finally, an unconscious Charles comes in view.
Is he dead? My suspicion is confirmed when I couldn't detect a heartbeat.
I purse my lips, guilt swims within me. I did not do anything to prevent them from killing him.
I shake my head as I watch the witches leave the church, abandoning Charles there. Leaving his body to rot.
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From Rejection To Perfection
WerewolfAngel loveheart, age 16 was a girl who was bullied by her pack members even her twin brother Nick who's the beta. Cliche, right? You're wrong No one cared about her and treated her like their Slave, she tolerated it all with a poker face that always...
