a, Silver La

, 17 ye

rning me. I try to calm my racing heart. By now, I know no one will come to

n his knees, and his wrists and neck are chained to the ground, making it impossible for him to stand. I can't see his face because he is always in f

ide to eat a piece of cake and have a glass

hind me. “No wonder you are fat. Who will want a ma

rfect little sister. If only my mom could see how Alan

mom,”

It is not my fault I am fat. I have tried diet

this point, I have lost all hope that one I will shift. All werewolves experienced their first shift

y clock, I see it is 6:12 AM. I don't even try t

out so much. But there is nothing I can about it. Been born with pink curly hair and viol

need and, at 7:45 AM, I get out

ear my sister say, and

at me. I rush to get inside the s

roup of friends. I, on the other hand, don’t have friends. Who wants to be friends wit

me Piggy. “Is because you are fat and

ime ago. I enter the school and I am

isible as possible. It is only in

more pack members make fun of me. I know how t

study what I want. I love to paint. And I want to paint as much as I can. My

take out a new sheet of paper, my pencils and I let my hand draw. It is only when I halfway through the drawing that I realize whom I a

u

chained? Time here means nothing. The o

used fire from Hell to burn me day after day. During the night my body

like. I see her pink hair, violet eyes, and red lips. I see her so well in my head that so

heal fast, making the pain unimaginable. It goes on for hours upon hours of burning, but I never die, no matter how much I wish to die. Sometimes I scream in agony, sometimes I curse the day I

am as I do now because everything t