Freak.
-that's what the other children called me.

Daemon.
-that's what the nuns called me.

Psycho.
-that's what the guards called me.

A different name from each person, there were many more vile words spoken through flickering and poisoned tongues, but those were the ones I remembered the most.

Freak.
Daemon.
Psycho.

They called me a freak because I was different, because I didn't act the way they did, didn't think the way that they did.

They called me a daemon because they said they saw the devil within me, an evil spirit lurking inside of a child's body.

And they called me psycho, because I was.

'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.'

Lie.
-All lies.

Their harsh words hurt more than any beating I had received, they created more damage and pain than any whip or heavy-footed kick would inflict.

Because a body would heal, a mind would not.

-And the truth was...
I was a girl made of glass, fragile and easily destroyed, and every word they said was a stone, shattering my heart until it was nothing more than fragments of broken glass beneath their feet.

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The water recoiled in ripples against the flow of the wind.
I shifted forward on the rock that I was perched upon, cautiously dipping the tip of my toe into the waters cool embrace.

What happened last night, did it even mean anything?
-Or was it just a meaningless moment of passion.

I was not sure which I preferred.
I'm not even sure if I wanted it to be like that, I mean yes, I wanted it in the moment, but I put that down to the mate's pull, an artificial love.

Because I wasn't capable of real love, or dealing real and pure emotion.

None except from Anger.

Anger was a familiar friend of mine, always showing up unannounced, pushing it away into my mind without bothering to wipe its feet first, staining me with its dirty tracks of lies and deceit. Anger was heavy handed and clumsy, reading havoc upon others without hesitating to think first.

I threw a small pebble into the water, watching as it shattered the glassy surface, before sinking out of view, disappearing into the abyss.

But what if the feelings I felt were real?

The line between what was real and what was not was blurred and bitter to my eyes, emotion being a foreign friend meaning that I couldn't tell true from false, a reality from a hope.

If I had never felt emotion, how was I suppose to tell if my feelings were real or just a artificial love?

I threw another, larger stone into the waters depths, the small splash leaving small flecks of moisture on my legs.

'They're real.' My wolf spoke up, awakening from her slumber, 'He's our mate, it doesn't matter what he does, you'll always feel the bond.'

'What if I can't stand this damn bond? What if I'm tired of this? Tired of everything?' I mumbled, 'I just want to go home,'

'We've never had a home! You called the asylum your home because you believed every fucking thing they told you! Amelia, they told us we were crazy! But look at us now, we're fine. We have our mate.' She snapped, 'Here. This is our home now.'

'Have you not forgotten what he did to us? Not forgotten how he chained us to a pole for others to watch like fucking animal!' I spat, clenching my fists, until my fingers bit into my palms hard enough to draw blood, the warm liquid calming me slightly as it rolled down my fingertips, like scarlet tears.

'What he did was wrong, -I'm not saying other wise! But have you not seen him? He hasn't been sleeping, he hasn't been eating. Amelia he regrets his decision can't you see, it's the guilt that's eating away at him!' She pleaded.

'Bullshit'

'Why is it that you only ever see the bad in people? I'm not saying he's innocent or good in the slightest, he probably has more blood on his hands then we do, the point is he's like us.'

'You're speaking out of your ass, do you even hear what your saying?' I laughed, Hades isn't like us, he never has been...we are a monster, low in ranking but fuel for hatred, people got off on hating people like us. He, on the other hand, an Alpha, high in ranking and able to destroy anything in his path yet still be adored by his pack.

'Amelia, he may be bad, but so are we. He may have killed people, but so have we! He may have made mistakes in the past, but so have we!' She growled, her fur bristling with frustration, 'Nobodies perfect.'

'Except me.' I smirked, that only angered my wolf further.

'You're not even taking any of this seriously!' She hissed, before cutting off our connection, blocking me out of her head so I could no longer communicate with her.

The wind blew in invisible tendrils to wrap around the water, contorting it to dance among its steady ripple, but the wind also carried a scent, a familiar one.

I span around with canines extended and claws out, ready to attack, only to face Emmet, a cocky smirk on his stupid face.

"Sorry, did I scare the big bad wolf?" He taunted, cocking his head slightly.

"I could've killed you, you stupid bastard!" I grumbled, my canines retreating back to their usual shape and size and my claws slowly disappearing.

"You wish."

"Shut up, or I will kill you."

Emmet shrugged, "I guess I can't invite you to the party going on later on tonight then, if I'm dead and all..." He started to turn and walk back in the direction of the pack house before I caught his attention, turning him back around to gave me.

"What party?"

"A party, party."

I rolled my eyes, "No shit Sherlock, who's throwing it?"

"Yours truly, and everyone in the pack is going to attend, so you are coming wether you like it or not."

"Whatever," I laughed, mainly because I didn't find him the least bit intimidating, and also because there was no way I would be caught dead at some party, where I would be forced to socialise with other people.

"There will be alcohol." He smirked knowingly.

"Okay, I'll go."

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