Lily's POV
Everything hurts.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Somehow, I can't remember.
All I know is that I deserve pain. I don't deserve happiness or love. I live for pain and blood. Then an image of Marco flashes through my mind.
The image brings all my memories flooding back to me. Nightmoon pack, Alpha Tanner, Luna Ricki, Beta George.
And my whole life.
But at one point, everything becomes black. I can't remember what happened. Marco and I were in his room. I was being tortured. Then my memory is blank.
What happened? Where am I right now?
I hear beeping.
Then suddenly I'm in a forest. I look around and see my dad beside me glaring at something or someone. I follow his gaze and see a figure. I can't make out who it was.
"You can't... No, please... let him stay..."
As soon as the words leave my mouth, the scene goes dark and I'm left in only vast emptiness.
It's peaceful and calming. I don't want to leave.
Again, an image of Marco flashes across my mind. He has his silver knife and is coming towards me.
I get scared and the beeping speeds up.
Someone grabs my hand, sending sparks racing through my body. The image of Marco disappears and I relax again.
The sparks still don't stop though. Is it my mate? Am I finally going to leave the torture and pain in my life?
Something presses against my lips.
The beeping gets faster again and I try to open my eyes.
My eyelids flutter. Someone helps me into a sitting position. I'm surrounded by three guys. Two of them are complete strangers but the third... I'm not exactly sure... His face seems familiar, like he has a major role in my life... But I don't remember him.
Do I know him?
"Who... Who are you?" I whisper.
Then my eyes widen. I'm not allowed to speak unless someone talks to me or asks me something first.
How can I be so stupid?
Scared, I close my eyes, waiting for the pain. My body shakes with fear. But after a long while, nothing comes. Slowly, I open my eyes, and look at the three guys.
"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry," says the guy I think I know.
I try to hide my curiosity but I fail. Just like I fail at being wanted and loved.
I think this is one of those times I'm allowed speak.
"Why? No one has ever felt sorry for or towards me. Whatever happened, I deserve it," I whisper.
The guy who had spoken gives a low growl. I thought so. I wasn't allowed to speak.
I keep my head low, looking at my hands, bracing myself for the pain that I know is coming. My emotions gets the best of me and I start crying. I try to remain silent, to keep my sniffles to myself. Small cries escape from my lips before I can hold them back. My body shakes with fear.
I need something sharp. I need relief. I need to cut.
"Do you know who any of us are?" says a voice.
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One Suicidal, the Other Uncaring ♚
Werewolf♚ Completed ♚ The lowest of the low in Nightmoon pack, Lily Heart is pained, broken and abused, over and over again. Day after day, she has thoughts of self-harm and thoughts of ending it all. But she hangs on to that one string of hope. The string...
