Lia Dove~Sunday 5:36 P.M
When will I finally be free?
When will I not be cuffed by my feet?
When will live forgive my sins?
When? When? When?
I'm Lia, but my friends call me Dove. So technically, no one calls me Dove. I've been in this orphanage for as long as I can remember. When I was about 6 or 7 years old, my parents got into a terrible car accident. And I was involved. I managed to live, but not without becoming deaf. There are pretty common causes of becoming deaf due to a car crash. But three things happened to me that caused me to become deaf. I got Head trauma and my skull fractured. Most commonly used as, Whiplash. My hearing aids are a big help though. I've gained at least 65% of my hearing back in the past 5 years. I around 16 years old right now. Living in an orphanage, and I'm also a wolf/human hybrid. Not technically like a werewolf. But whenever I'm experiencing strong emotions, like anger, sadness, jealousy, and regret, I turn into a wolf. A grayish-whitish wolf. I wear brown eye contacts, but the truth is, I have a blue and green eye, and a red and amber eye. I usually wear hates to hide my wolf ears. I stared out into the window. Doves are my favorite bird. They remind me of freedom, love. All the things an orphanage doesn't make you feel. I just want to go outside and feel how I felt before my parents died. I feel like crap most of the time. Or just nothing. Ever since my parents died it's hard to feel any actual emotion. Then I heard the head of the orphanage, Mrs. Jones, calling. I got out of my stupid bed and went to the main area. "Children, I will be enrolling you in a boarding school. Starting next Monday. Just because you're orphans, doesn't mean that you shouldn't get an education." She announced. I felt my world breaking. A boarding school? Would that even be good for me? I didn't know. I'd just been thinking about how'd I love to escape the orphanage, and now, all I wanted was to sat in the orphanage, and never go back out. The realization of what was about to happen to me sank in, and I had a meltdown in my head. I couldn't risk showing emotion. I might turn into a wolf. So I kept my standard emotion of just acceptance, and no care for anyone but myself. That's probably why I don't have a friend. They all think I'm a selfish jerk. But in reality, I always had a scramble of different emotions in my head. I took my, hotdog? What even was it? It looked moldy and disgusting. I had to stop myself from throwing up. And what they called casserole. But it kind of looked like that moldy bologna. I took my paper plate and went to my usual lunch table. But since I'm the weirdo with no emotion or care for other people no one sat next to me. That was expected. And for the first time since the car crash, I felt that one emotion I hadn't felt since I heard the ringing of the car flipping over.

Fear.