Their Precious Mate

Chapter 3

This chapter is much longer than the first two so hopefully this one will last a while so I can come up with the next one. I have the jist of it, I just need to write it out.   

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Charlotte POV:

Have you ever thought that dying would be your sweet relief? I think about that a lot. I wouldn't have to feel anything if I just died. I wouldn't have to worry about the next beaten. I wouldn't have to worry about my anxiety. I wouldn't have to worry about the strange stares, or hurtful stares. I wouldn't have to worry about the mean words or the nasty yells-

"Why isn't she waking up?!"

Yells. I'm always around yelling. In death, I bet it's quiet. Just a peaceful silence, with no people around. Nothing that would alarm my anxiety. Nothing at all. It'll be a dream come true-

"A-Alpha-"

"You informed me that she would be awake today. Why is my mate still unconscious?"

Weird how my dream come true is death. Most people want to be rich, famous, have a family, live forever, or something along those lines. Maybe a few would want to be left alone. Not to be bother, living in their own personal bubble. Not a care in the world-

"I-I said t-there is a possible chance for her to wake up by today! We are still unsure when the girl-"

"Do not address your Luna, my mate, in such manner. It'll be your throat the next time you do."

"I-I a-apologize Alpha!"

I can't be alone. It's dangerous for me to be alone. I need to die, I want to die. I don't want to be saved, I just want my sweet escape.

Death.

"She's waking up!"

"Alpha, I need you to leave the room."

"I'm not leaving my mate-"

"Damnit Theós! We don't have time for you to be stubborn!"

"I'm not going to leave my mate-"

"The doctor wouldn't tell you to leave if it wasn't necessary!"

All I see is white. A bright, blinding white. Nothing like the dark, calming blackness that I crave.

I'm not dead.

I blink, my eyes stinging with tears.

I'm not dead.

"Luna, I'm so glad that you're awake." That's such a pretty name. Luna. It was one of the only thing I actually liked about my high school. Maybe if I had a pretty name like Luna, I wouldn't be hated as much. "Luna? Luna can you hear me? I need to ask you a few questions."

Feeling a hand on my arm, I looked over, surprised to not feel any pain when a hand came in contact with me.

It was a man.

I blink, he look nice. He look much older than me, probably in the age range of 40's. His skin was a light tan, age marks dabbed around his warm smile and slightly squinting brown eyes. His hair was a dark brown, with a slight pepper of grey dashing around.

He matched the blinding room that I was in perfectly.

He's wearing white.

He's a doctor.

He saved me.

"Good morning Luna." My name isn't Luna. I couldn't have a pretty name like Luna. Maybe this was a test. A test that he through together. To test me. To see if I'll talk. I won't talk. I'll stay silent. Silent like my dream of death.