I haven't seen Charles with a smile so fake before, someone who's been nicknamed countless of times for his smile, such a person is now smiling with no emotions attached, anyone who knew Charles would surely be able to notice how down Charles has been, am certain the brother are already aware of this. He's trying his possible best to make sure am not worried, but the more he tries, the more I worry and how could I not worry, knowing that he's intending to carry all the burderns on his shoulders. He's not even allowed to have breakfast with us anymore, he's growing weaker everyday, and am the only one who could go close to him, I want to just hide in a corner and cry till my heart content, but then, when I look at how hard he's fighting I easily get discouraged and I put on a smile for him. Sometimes I watch him cough up blood but I smile as my encouragement. Smile, it's pissing me off that that's the best I can do for him, the man who risked a lot of things to see me smile, I rememb

I laugh over how foolish and psychotic I am, I don't think I've ever felt this way in my entire life, this entire scenario, i feel like I've gone through this endless cycle again and again, and each time it happens I just end up being more hateful, but then, I always have a reason to hold on. I've finally started to open up to this life, but then, it still makes me sick.      This is madness. I don't plan on proving my innocence anytime soon and neither do I plan on hurting those around me. Daisy, and Hailey those people mean a lot to me, but I can't weigh them any longer. Today, Charles is being buried and tomorrow am being trailed, so I decided to come say a little goodbye to him for one last time. Turth be told am really prepared for the worst in there, whatever happens is for the best.     I walk up to the diamond cassette with Charles in it, the emptiness I feel right now is unexplainable. Watching him la

Cold. It's so cold. There's a powerful force on me right now, I don't think I can move. Is this a dream, or is this reality. The moment I start asking myself different sort of questions, I feel the force on me increase, and in fear I open my eyes, only to awaken to a scene which could be the last thing I see.I find a man right on top of me, eyes filled with anguish and despair, the moment our eyes met he looked like he was going to kill me, I really don't know what I have done to make someone despise me this much, but I can tell that he wishes for me to suffer more than death. Still on the bed, I struggled as I couldn't move, I only stared at the man who wanted to kill me. His hand drew nearer, reaching my face and then, I could feel a real hand trying to strangle me. It felt so real that I could almost touch it but I couldn't touch it, not less make out if it was reality or a dream. The force applied to it, was so powerful that I c

The air was heavy, my eyes widen with shock as our enemies matched in. How did they find us, and who let them in, why are they here, I have so many questions for them that none can understand. The now Powerful Four walked in with no sense of fear, the Alphas shook as they stared at the dominant packs, now that we had cut off ties with them, we're vulnerable to attacks from other packs, and they were the number one on the predator list, while we were on the prey list, like a delicious meal would want to hunt us down. This day just had to get worse. "It's nice to finally meet the great Diana in person." The head of the Blood moon pack, as he approaches, my body unconsciously starts to back away. I don't know what it is, but my entire body trembles just being in his presence, I don't know why but I really want to leave this placs right now and flee, his eyes has no light in them, it's like an staring into an empty soul.         "When

I awoke to a familiar ceiling, a familiar scent and clothings, it didn't take me long to realise that I was back home. The feeling of waking uo felt strange, for some reason, my left hand felt like it would break in a few minutes. It was then that I realized the warmness of my palm. "Jasper." I called out.     As if awake, he immediately lets go of my hand and reaches for my face. Once he feels my entire face, he leans on my shoulder. "Oh thank goodness, I was worried." He cries.       It's one thing to be worried, but I don't even remember why am here in the first place.  "What happened?"       "Don't you remember." He askes. Somehow, his expression just now looked like he was relieved I didn't remember anything. Am more confused of his change in expressions than myself, the only answer was that he was hiding something from me.      "Not si