Chapter 16 _____ Trauma

|| ASHINA LEVITSKY's POV ||

" Blood... There's blood..a lot.. blood.."

I began to wipe my hands together repeatedly. Although it had nothing, I felt like my hands were covered in blood like the previous times. It was one sort of trauma that I had been dealing with ever since Anya's death. My heart couldn't accept Anya's death in my hands. Whenever I saw blood, those painful memories flashed back to forth and turned it on.

My hands started to ache for the consistent rubbing. I couldn't stand it anymore and fell on my knees to cry silently. I kept repeating the chorus to myself,

" I didn't kill my sister..I didn't..mean to do it..I really.."

Multiple whimpers slipped past my lips painfully. This trauma was getting so severe that sometimes I fainted on the sight of blood. No one noticed what I was dealing with. In Red Moon Wolves, I was their biggest enemy in the house. Hence, no one really paid attention to me.

Fiona knocked on my door, asking me whether I would have my snacks or not. B