❦Broken❦
Chapter 17
❦A
powerful roaring growl is heard from outside. It wakes me up from a horrible nightmare. Bolting awake and rushing to stand up, I look out the window to see what is going on outside.
The blackness of the night is the first thing I am met with. My eyes have now gotten used to the dark. Even if there are hints of lights outside, it's still hard to see what is happening.
I can hear people chatting in a distance, only I can't make out what they are saying. There are many people outside. What are they doing at this time in the middle of the night?
Running out of the hospital bed, down the hallways, until I find the exit that I had found few days ago. I originally had planned to use it to escape this place.
That plan is still a work in progress, but first I need to fool them to believe that I am getting better. They are so stupid for believing me.
My body doesn't hurt when I run, it has been a long time since that has happened. Normally I'm used to every single step hurting my whole body.
Opening the heavy metal doors that lead outside, I run to where all the people are. The closer I get the more I start to hear their words.
"A human?"
"This is not possible"
"She can't stay here
"She won't make a good Luna"
"The girl has to go"
"A human doesn't belong here"
She's his Mate"
"A human isn't fit for a Luna"
What are they talking about? I don't get it. They are so many of them there, just standing there in a semi-circle. Some hold flashlight, while other aren't.
Many of them are dressed in pajamas. Hiding behind a tree to see what is going on there, I make sure to be out of sight. I don't want anyone to see me.
There are so many people there and each one of them are in a heated argument with the person next to them. And they all appear to be facing something, only I can't see what.
These comments are being thrown from almost everyone there. I know that these people are the ones that live in the town that I see from here.
The same loud growl comes from the other side of the people and they instantly shut up and look that way. I hold my hands over my ears, the growl is so loud yet so powerful.
It's dead silence, no one dares to move or speak. I'm afraid to breathe, I'm pretty sure that if I do they'll hear me and catch me spying on them.
None of them have met me, meaning I'm someone new and strange to them as they are to me. I will not be welcome with them, 'cause I am new and not apart of them.
Maybe that is what they were talking about before. I still don't get what they were chatting about, they were quite angry.
I'm not even sure why I am spying on them, like I said before. They don't know me and I don't know them. Now I feel like I have barged in on their private lives.
I shouldn't be here. I don't belong here with them. But, I can't leave. If I were to stand up or move, someone would definitely hear me.
"Welcome, Alpha Damien Lycan has asked to meet you here to discuss our little guest"
An elderly mans voice speaks over the people. So they are talking about me, or they have another guest. Did he just say alpha Damien?
What is that? I'm so confused. The people don't speak a word or do anything while this old man speaks. I can't see him but I know that he is someone important.
"Now as you know a human girl arrived not so long ago and has the Pack Healer been taking care of her"
Pack healer? Are those people for real? I'm not sure if I understand those people, its like they are living in the sixteen century.
"The girl seems to be in a bad shape from physical abuse and sexual assault. She came to us close to death"
The people burst into whispers and chatter while tears are forming in the corners of my eyes, I need to crush my knuckles to not cry.
"Fear not, the human is alive"
"Alpha Damien"
When the old man mentions Damien, the urge to cry is unbearable. I know he is going to say that I'm not welcome here and they will take me back to Malcolm.
"SILENCE!!"
Damien's voice holds so much anger and power when he yells at the people who are talking about me. I can hear them say mean stuff about me and how I'm weak.
I'm used to people saying mean things about me, I just never thought that these people would so something like this.
I thought I was in a place where people actually didn't want to hurt me, no one has hurt me. Until now. I guess I was wrong. No one cares about me. This just proves it.
Just by his voice booming all over the place, the people go silent. Not one word is uttered, just like before when the old man spoke.
"She will stay with us, she is my Mate and Queen. You will respect your Queen as you do your Alpha and King. Am I clear?"
He speaks with pride and power in his voice, making every word known to the people. I can see that they let every word he speaks sink into their soul.
"Yes, Alpha"
Everyone says these two words at the same time. I don't understand what is happening here, did he really call me a queen?
"Katia is her name and she comes from the human town. Yes she is a human, but she has been brought down and abused and neglected"
There is anger in his voice, and sadness. He is sad 'cause of the things that have happened to me. Gasps from some people happen in the crowd.
"She knows nothing of our world and I like to keep it that way, you will not speak of anything in front of her. Or you're welcome to stay few nights in the dungeon"
From my hiding place, I can see few people fill with fear from his words. He would put someone in dungeons for speaking to me?
I thought I'm warming up to him, I'm actually starting to like him a bit. A schoolgirl crush, the wrong crush. He doesn't care about me. No one does.
"What about me, my Daimy?"
A high pitch woman's voice scream from the crowd. Her voice makes my ears bleed from the high pitch and fake ness.
"I'm your fiancé, then this bitch comes and steals you away from me!"
Of course, he has a fiancé, it would take some miracle for me to have a chance with someone like him. I'm not even sure why he even spends time with me every single day.
If he has a fiancé then he should spend his every second with her, they should be planning their wedding and their new lives.
Just stuff that I will never have. Tears are streaming down my cheeks like a waterfall. I can't stay here. It hurts so much in my heart.
All my life I have always wanted love, someone to love me. Is that too much to ask for? It clearly is, I can never get love in my life.
Without a second though I run back to his house and not wanting to hear the rest of this conversation that they are having.
I should have never been there in the first place. What the actual hell was i even thinking? Going out in the middle of the night to spy on people I don't know.
If there is one thing I learned by doing this, is to never trust anyone I meet in my life. No one cares about me, he doesn't care about me.
I though he did, but then again my stupid mind always comes up with these stupid thoughts to my brain. I thought that he liked me, or at least cared about me.
But, he doesn't. Damien only wants to play with me, just like all the others. Like Thomas Adams and my father. There isn't person alive who loves me or will ever love me.
Sobbing and crying, I run with blurry vision to the hospital bed. I can still hear people in the distance, but I pay no mind to that.
My heart has been broken so many times, I never expected this to happen. Damien acted as he cared for me, when in reality he doesn't.
If he doesn't want me, and I know for a fact that those people don't want me either. Maybe I should just leave. Just like I did with the people in the town.
Leaving is something that is best for everyone. That woman that is his fiancé doesn't want me here, she said that I ruined everything by coming here and stealing him away from her.
That won't continue to happen, she can have him and they can live their live happily for the rest of it, while only pain comes my way.
I never should have survived the water when I jumped, trying to kill myself. This time I'm not making mistakes and allowing myself to a slow painful death.
This time I will do it differently, no slowing down. Just a clean quick death, minus the clean part. I have made up my mind.
If no one wants me here and I'm not wanted in the town, then why am I even here in the first place? When I could be dead by now.
Looking out the window, to make sure that he and everyone else is there. I go the elevator, and to the kitchen. I remember where it is, but I have never been there without him.
In this lonely house I feel sad 'cause he isn't here to talk to me, and make me feel strange. He makes me feel things that I have never felt before. It's a complete mystery to me.
But, none of that is true. He is only with me for pity. He pities the girl that bruises and scars all over her body. That is the only thing he has for me. Pity.
When I reach the kitchen, I search for the biggest knife I could ever find. There it is, a butchers knife. A very big and heavy knife that will do the job nicely.
This is far too easy now, as I have the knife. I go outside with the knife in my hands. I make no sound as I do this, 'cause I don't want anyone to see or hear me.
There is only one exit, from what I can see. I haven't taken a look all the house but these metal doors are the only exit as far as I know it.
Looking around, I try to spot someone who could be watching me. But, not everyone is so focused on whatever it is people are talking about to notice me.
I take my chance and make a run for it. To the forest, just in some random direction. I run and run and run, can't have them finding me, just to bring me back there.
I sit down by a tree stump gasping and panting for breath, as I have run so long and the tears never stop coming. I almost fell three times while running.
Still with the knife in my hands I use it to cut my arms. My wrist start to open up and blood oozes out of the wound. The pain feels so good, as I haven't felt physical pain in such a long time.
I have missed the feeling of watching my own blood leak out of a wound, by my own hand. I just cut and cut, making more and more cuts that bleed on my body.
But, I don't stop at my wrists. No, I continue on my legs, and my thigh. And, last on my stomach. The horrible 'whore' tattoo on my stomach is still there looking more hideous than ever.
I run the bloody knife along the letters of the word. The pain is so much that I hold the harder in my hand to keep myself from screaming.
My body has begun to feel a bit woozy and black spots appear on my vision. There is still on more cut that I haven't made.
With just a single movement I drag the butchers knife covered in my own blood across my neck.
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