I have never felt more relaxed than right now. As I can hear the scissors cut inches off my hair. All I can do is smile. It's almost like I'm cutting my past away from me and getting prepared for my future. Hoping that just maybe for once in my life that I will feel beautiful.As I look into the mirror I watch as she is applying the color to my hair, the shortness is remarkable. I feel confident I feel beautiful, My hair is probably a little above my shoulders with layers. I decided to go with a Violet color for my hair. I know it's dark, but it's sometimes its how I feel, I couldn't help but to go with something dark and beautiful.I feel that there is darkness in me and I know it's my wolf. I try not to think about what I am.  I don't want to be a werewolf. I know that I am, unfortunately, but I won't accept it. I just want to be me, nothing else. I know that I'm promised a life of horror, but when it comes down to it, the only thing that is important is what I

It's so dark that I don't know the difference between day and night. I wait and wait for someone to come to get out of the darkness, even if it's only for a second. I thought my life was bad before, it was heaven compared to this life. I feel so dirty from having him all over me. I just want to wash him off of me.The worst part is I'm so cold I want to fight, but I'm not sure how. My hope is fading away. I'm not sure how to even be hopeful nothing positive has happened to me, only negative things. All I have ever wanted was for one person to care about me, just one is that really too much to ask for.I go to move, but it's hard, my body is in so much pain it is overwhelming. It's so hard for me to move. My body is broken, I'm covered in bruises and cuts that he inflicted onto me. He left my legs untied, which is nice, I guess. But not for my benefit the only reason he left them untied is, so he could fuck me whenever he wants to and any which way he desires. I hate when he touches me

"Stella Stella wake up" I don't react to the voice that is trying to wake me, making me nervous not knowing who is shouting my name. I will say though the more I listen, the less nervous I become the voice is beautiful like music to my ears I start to become calm as I listen I feel lighter like a weight has been lifted off of me. I want to know who is shouting for me. Who is having such an effect on me?I finally get the nerve to open my eyes. But instantly becoming disappointed when all I see is whiteness all around me. I look in every direction, and it all seems endless. Not seeing anyone, I begin to wonder if I imagined the voice. Was it even real, why is there no one here I heard someone I wasn't imagining it. I felt it, the warmth that it let out on me the love.I become frustrated, not wanting that feeling to disappear I shout "hello is anybodyhere?"Hoping to hear something anything damn it why. This happens every time once I feel any kind of warmth, and it just disappears. It

I force myself to open my eyes. Everything is blurry. I start to blink as my vision is clearing. I become shocked when I realize I am at my father's. I become confused as I am still dreaming how did I get here. My body begins to relax, grateful that I'm alone.I spend the time that I'm alone examining the room, trying to figure what is happening or what is about to happen. I am not sure why Zealand would allow me to come back here. But I know that the reasoning will not be beneficial to me anyway.I go into the bathroom, I look into the mirror, my face is clean from bruises and cuts. I am not sure how long I have been out, but knowing it's been long enough for my marks to disappear. My hair has even grown, I feel strong.I turned around to the shower and I turned the faucet on, feeling the warmth with my hand, loving the feeling. I go and turn on the shower and I watch as the steam fills up the bathroom. I then undress, I see the new scars that he created, but I try not to let it both

I have been spending most days in my room. Miss. Davis told me that Zealand is coming to visit me. She isn't sure when but she knows he is coming now that I'm awake, he wants to speak to me. I don't want to see him, but I know that it doesn't matter what I want. I don't want to go back with him.I knew me being here was too good to be true, that it wouldn't last. I become nervous. I can't go back, I just can't. Tears begin to feel in my eyes, I then hear a knock at my door. I become terrified, my breath becomes heavy, I begin to panic, I look around the room trying to find a place I can hide.I begin to scramble, tripping over things in my room and falling to the floor. I then put my head up, looking around. I then scoot myself under the bed. Into Hiding, I slow my breathing trying not to make a sound. My body stiffens as I try not to move.I watch as the door opens. I close my eyes, not wanting to watch him become closer to me. I feel my body jump with every step he takes. Terrified