"When did you noice that things were different?" That thought, that question, repeated itself to me for the last week. I looked up at him, my therapist, and my mouth was jar. I was finally going to tell him.
"Well..." I dragged it out for a few moments nervous, I knew this was a safe place but I still couldn't forget why I had to come. "I have thought it over for the past week and I keep finding myself being pulled to a memory." I bit my lower lip of the left side as my stomach clinches. "I find myself talking to my first grade teacher telling him I would just dress up like a guy and tell the men in the era of the 17th century to give women rights. No need to have a war over it." I look down a my shoes, they were black combat boots, they obviously have seen better days. "He told me it wasn't that easy. I looked at my teacher and asked "why not?" It seemed easy enough to me." My fingers were clutch around the frilly, large short skirt I was forced to wear. I looked up at the therapist tears in my eyes. "I still want to know why I can't be a boy some days, not everyday but once in a while. I'm in fourth grade now I think I am big enough to know why."
He starts to answer my question before an alarm went off, rogues were infiltrating our territory. This was going to be the last day I would ever have with this pack. But I didn't know it at the time. I was ushered down the hall and into the ungrounded barracks. The doctors and nurses in the psych ward were also the warriors in this pack. Everyone old enough and strong enough were warriors, with the exception of the females.
I found myself alone in that small room for what seemed like days, before a male came in and wrapped me up into a blanket. He told me to keep my eyes closed, and I wish I had listened to him. To this day, nine years later, I can still see the bodies of everyone I knew. I was the sole survivor of the rogue attack.
The rouges had found the women and children and mutilated them. For some unknown reason they left the hospital alone, probably because the hospital was never really used unless you had a mental wolf or after a rogue attack, for the injured.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Breaking
Fantasia⚠️ Contains: real life political issues. ⚠️ A dead name, is a name someone was assigned at birth and they don't conform to it anymore. Much like gender, is can be changed, most of the time. Ashwin, can never change their appearance too much. They we...
