At the age of thirteen, my parents and I was attacked by rouges and they was killed. They thought I was dead too so they left. I was passed out on the ground and was awoken by someone kicking me in the stomach. They thought I killed my parents and they still do to this day. I'm there slave now and no one can help me. I'm alone and they don't care. I'm forever broken.....
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This will be another book I'll be working on for now on. Like and Comment.
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My Broken Mate
WerewolfBeing hurt...Only the beginning of my list. Pain is an everyday feeling. Cutting is my way of helping. Dying is my way of escaping or was.. I have become stronger so I won't need anyone.
