There is never a human that is broken that can never be fixed. At least that's what I believe. I was broken once and now I feel like I can fly every day.
Nobody is ever truly broken.
- @sassyandclassyallday

No one is ever truly broken, at least not physically, though mentally I believed that I was past the point of not return.

That I would never be whole again.

The shattered fragments of my will to live would remain as they were, broken and discarded.

No amount of false security or self assurance would bring me back now.

No one cared enough to bring me back.

I was hated at the orphanage.
Feared at the asylum.

There was no such thing as a fresh start, I was destined to forever carry the constricting chains of my past.

A permanent weight on my shoulders, that could not be vanquished.

The weight of submission that was forced upon me.

Never again.

***

My body was broken, and so was my resolve.

The voices were dull and distorted.
Everything sounded as though it were underwater.
Elaine's shouts.
Emmet's worried cries.
The Alpha barking orders as he ran with me in his arms, my body limp and lifeless.

It was all underwater.
Yet I was the only one drowning.
I was choking on the weight of my own misery.
I was submerged, drowning in the waves of dispair.

The weight of submission.

My lungs inflated and deflated with hollow and empty breaths, numb...
-Everything was numb.

The only sensations were the dull sparks that accompanied the Alpha's touch.

But even they were slowly fading as the darkness took control.

"Please, please just try to stay awake." He whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

I felt a warm tear land on my cheek, but it wasn't mine.
The Alpha was crying, the beast himself.

"Please Amelia."

I inwardly shivered at the way my name rolled off his tongue, so perfect and divine.

Like a secret guilty pleasure of mine.
Because that was the first time he had ever said my name.

It somehow awakened something deep within me, something... animalistic.

The sparks faded as he laid me gently upon a hard surface, and I already missed the softness of his touch.

I missed the soft side of the Alpha.
A side I had never seen before now, a side I revelled in.

Savouring his every caress.

Many blurred voices were beginning to fill the room again, all muffled and distorted... except one.

"Just save her!" He boomed.
I heard several people's voices trying to reason with him, "I know... She will never forgive me when she wakes up."

I wanted to scream, I wanted to kick and thrash and tell them that whatever it is they were planning I would not allow. But I couldn't. I tried and I tried, desperately begging my body to cooperate. I couldn't move.
I could practically hear how torn he was between two decisions, whatever they may have been, he must have desided, because the next moment the room was silent, apart from the sound of a door clicking softly shut.

But I knew I wasn't alone, I could still sense his presence lingering next to me.

"I'm so sorry," He mumbled, and sparks erupted between us as he gently swept a finger over my cheek.

"Forgive me..."
The next thing I felt was an agonising stabbing pain in my shoulder as he dug his teeth deep inside of me, claiming me as his.

I tried to scream, but I couldn't cry out.

I couldn't object.

I could only lay there, frail and weak, unable to even open my eyes or show any other signs of life.

What has he done?
How could he?

-How dare he.

After all he has done, I want to cut all ties that bond us as one, not create more.

I feel violated, he marked me without my consent.

It was his fault in the first place that I was too weak to submit because of his own crude punishments.

There is a word for people like him,

People who act on impulse.

People who take and take but never give.

-A monster.

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