Dear diary,
journal or whatever you should be called, I had a bad dream again last night. I don't remember much of it, I never really do. Just bits and pieces I try to fit like a puzzle. A puzzle I will never be able to solve. It hurts me knowing what I dream of never happened and never will. He died when I was still unborn. It's immposible for me to dream of something I had never personally encountered, yet it feels so real. The fire burns my skin, the chains around my throat burn my flesh. How long will this last? The medications don't help. They never really have. It's just a way to reassure mother that I will eventually recover. I have fresh marks on my throat where I believed the silver chains tugged at. I scratched myself. I'll kill myself without knowing. And that scares me.
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Okay so this is the newer version of the bonus chapter. That one sucked and so I decided to change it a bit.
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The Hunters Mate (editing) #Wattys2015
WerewolfAlexandra Grey has lived her entire life in complete imperfection. She isn't on top of the food chain and is too baffled by the society around her to give a damn. Loosing her mother at a younge age and not being able to comprehend what caused it was...
