“Hey, it’s okay, Mars, it’s me, it’s just me.” My dad’s familiar face comes into view, and I sag against him, then relax back onto the sheets.“Dad,” I croak, and wince. My voice is hoarse, and it hurts to speak.“It’s okay, don’t speak.” He reaches over and puts what I recognize as my water bottle
“Andy, we can take this elsewhere. Let’s go outside, we can…”“You…” his voice is extremely gruff and layered. Like, both he and his wolf are talking at once. This can’t be good; he’s too far gone now. “You kill mate.” For a second, I wonder why he words it like that, but considering his wolf is tak
I have a few regrets in life, but the one I regret the most, is all the times I’ve watched a character on TV stay frozen while the villain approaches with a knife or gun or something. I’m always like, “Are you stupid? Run! Hide! Shout! Do something! Don’t just stand there like a dumb sack of potatoe
“But I’m sorry, Mars. I’m sorry I never defended you or helped you, and I’m sorry you had to endure all that, because you never deserved it. Not from any of them.” I smile at him.‘It’s alright, I forgive you. You had a reason to, and it’s not like you agreed to it, so it’s alright.”“Thanks.” We si
“On behalf of the principal and teachers, the student council, and the entire student body, we would like to welcome you back to school. Also, our deepest condolences for all your grievances these past few weeks. We wish we could take your pain away,” I can’t help it, I scoff, because we both know t
Ever had the feeling of running away when it’s too late to run?No, I should word that better.Ever since I sat in King’s car this morning, all that’s been on my mind is getting out of the car and going back home, but I decided to power through it, because I’ve been doing this every day for years. S