Stronger Than Most

I am wondering how long I have been here. How many years have passed? I do not even know how old I am. I am in shackles all the time. The only time I am not, is when they let me out to clean the other cells. It looks gloomy, sad, cold, and dark most of the time. The light barely glimmers through the cracks. Seems like most days are twined into one. The pipes sound like a secondhand watch. With every trickle is a second. It is mostly the only sound you hear. This has been my life since I was a boy. I was only six years old when I was put here by my father. I do not know why he hates me so much. He had his Beta throw me here with constant guards. My mother looked hopeless, like she could not do anything about it. I screamed for her to help me. Make him stop. The look in her eyes showed pain and sorrow. She looked at me with tears running down her beautiful soft face, screaming at the top of her lungs to let me go. To free me. Even though she was their Luna they could not disobey their Alpha. As they are pulling me away screaming and crying for help, my mother asks them just to give her a second chance. Against their will they did. The last thing she said to me was to stay strong and I am greater and more powerful than anyone else thinks I am, and I love you stay strong.