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People that know me are too much. Having a deep sigh I have my eyes running through every corners of the room gently and my leg is right on track strolling the area gently. 'These are tools for torture…' I have my eyes on it and fear gripped my soul even to its core. I feel disturbed merely seeing them. 'Thank goodness I am not here to have this chained on me… I am quite happy,' that gross excitement fill my heart with a dose of smile that runs through the collar of my face.

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Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

I'm really good at hiding my emotions. Hey, jusko. I cried. I quickly held back my tears and just opened the youtube app on the Ipad. Vish might even see me crying for no reason. I just searched the name of my favorite youtube channel. Frame Order. Frame Order provides cartoon videos. But, most of their content is full of dark humor, so it's not the kind of cartoons suitable for children. I then started watching the videos. Sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes it makes me uncomfortable because someone's hand is being cut off, and sometimes I hate it.

" The ten teenagers seemed surprised. They looked at each other, confusion was obvious on their faces because they also did not remember what had happened to them. The nine teenagers looked up again. They saw ten teenagers coming down the stairs. They were also obviously confused by what was happening. Alyssa, Maggie, and Carlos looked at each other laughing. "Looks like we're going to have a fight with questions now, hahaha!" Maggie smiled and hugged Alyssa tightly. "Alyssa, look at the paintings!" Maggie pointed to the hanging paintings in the living room. Alyssa's gaze followed what her friend had pointed out. She saw that the paintings had no faces. There was only a blank white color. It

I was determined to let Ethan realize the consequences of his actions. Before long, Ethan strode in, looking impatient. He said, "It's about time you apologized. Why haven't you just done this before? How many times do I have to tell you that Mandy and I are just like siblings? And what are you doing in this dump? It's so depressing." His words trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a photograph on the wall—an enlarged portrait of Heidi smiling radiantly. Ethan froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

“You’re a fucking werewolf. Not a frog.” For the first time, Karissa laughed. A real laugh. She shook her head, clearly deciding to let the past go. Thank goodness. I didn’t have the energy for drama. I shifted the conversation. “We could smell wolfsbane in the air about a mile out.” Her expression turned serious immediately. She nodded. “It comes and goes. Sometimes it’s so strong I feel like I can’t think straight. Other times it’s barely there.” She glanced up at the sky. “It’s like the sky cursed us.”