"Being brought up one way, and trying to see another way, is almost impossible."

-And it was true.
It was almost impossible.

I was raised to believe that I was crazy when I wasn't, so much so that I became what they always told me I was.

Crazy.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed, clutching my head, desperately trying to drown out their screaming voices.

"Let's see if we can make crazy cry," Sneered one of the guards, as he brought the metal rod down upon my back with a sickening crack.

The floor spun.
The ceiling spun.
Everything spun.

The slight black dots that began to haze the edges of my vision reminding me of the night time stars that I hadn't seen in so long.
In here, the only night sky was the asylums ceiling , with it's cracked and peeling paint.

But what was by far the worst was the pain.
It felt although invisible hands were attempting to rip through my skull.

"What's wrong crazy?" Another guard taunted, tilting his head mockingly, "Gonna cry?"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed again, pressing my eyes shut tightly to stop the onslaught of tears that threatened to spill over, and bite rose in my throat, bitter and awful.

I could not show them I was weak.

I could not be weak.

"Guys, I don't think we should be doing this..." Mumbled the smallest of the guards, he was the only one yet to lay his hands on me.

"Shut up Mendez." Snapped the first guard, striking me once more with the metal rod.

"But she's only fifteen-"

"I said, shut up!"

The guard, Mendez, remained silent after that, the only noise being the other guards grunts, and my cries of pain.

"Your turn Mendez." The first guard smirked, stepping back and handing the metal rod to the confused and slightly scared looking guard.

"I-I don't know wh-"

"Hit her."

"What, No!"

Mendez looked shocked, taking a few fearful steps back from the large guard, and shooting me a sad look.

"You will do as I say, and you...will...hit...her, NOW!" The guard screamed, snarling aloud into a savage laugh and causing the smaller man to jump back in fright, shaking slightly as he took small steps towards me, his brow furrowed in what I supported was an apologetic look.

I just lay there, defenceless and broken.
Struggling to keep my eyes open, a constant fight against the darkness that threatened to drown me.

"I'm sorry, Amelia." I heard him mumble, before he brought the hard metal down hard upon my head.

And then...

Nothing.

No pain, no cries, no nothing.

Just the darkness that encapsulated me in its unconscious state.

***

I awoke to screaming, a shrill high pitched scream, one of utter terror.

A thick sheen of sweat coated by body, making the silk bed sheets stick to my slick body, I weighed against their snake-like hold, as the screaming continued.
Desperate to be free.

It was only then that I realised... I was the one screaming.

The terrified sound coming to an abrupt halt, instead being replaced by my frantic breaths.

A panic attack.

I hadn't had one in years, not since my skin thickened and my eyes grew blind to other people's views and opinions, their insults simply bouncing off my armoured skin.

But my armour was crumbling, the emotions of humanity slowly seeping back in.
Making me feel again.

It was horrible, I felt every sorrow, every loss, every happy moment, every sad one.

How did people live like this?

Something about their murders had changed me.
Though I didn't know why...

I pulled my knees to my chest as my wheezing breaths intensified, my heart pounding like a drum and feeling as though it would explode from my chest at any moment.

And in that moment, I could forget everything.

Forget all the pain of having a mate, forget the anguish of being a murderer, and just focus on the pain.
Because this is what it means to be human.

My slick sweat sticking my hair to my forehead, rocking slightly in attempt to calm myself.

It felt as though a strong hand were wrapped around my insides, squeezing everything tight, almost to breaking point.

Everything was about to snap.

Until my door flew open with a loud crash, but I was too consumed by the pain to even acknowledge another's presence in my vicinity.

"Amelia, you have to calm yourself," He growled, the bed sinking slightly under his weight as he sat down, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck, sending a strange burning sensation to the mark of my mate.

Strange, yet...pleasurable.

His presence was calming in itself, releasing the pressure on my insides that no longer felt on the verge of breaking point, though they were still under pressure.

"Shh," He whispered, running a hand through my hair and pulling me flush against his warm chest. "Everything is going to be okay."

-will it though?
In the end, will everything turn out as was destined?

"It hurts." I sobbed, wrapping my arms around his muscled torso. "Everything hurts."

"I'll make the pain go away," He promised, placing a chaste kiss to my forehead, and laying my back under the silken covers that no longer felt suffocating.

"Please, don't leave me." I begged, eyes wide and fearful of what the night may bring.

He shifted slightly on the bed, his face hidden by the cloak of darkness that encompassed the room.

"I won't." He grit out, his voice slightly deeper than before, but soothing in a strange kind of way, his voice calmed my wolf. Chasing away the last traces of anxiety as sleep slowly overcame me.

"From now on, I'll do things right... I promise."

That was the last think I heard before I drifted off to sleep.

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