Pushing myself out of the chair I walked out of the room and went upstairs. I couldn’t stand to be in that room anymore with all of the anger directed my way. Jared tried to stop me, but I yanked my arm away and hurried away.
Once I was safely inside the bedroom I locked the door and sat down at Jared’s desk. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen I began writing. The tears that I had held back downstairs were now streaming down my face making the paper look like it had been out in a rain shower. My heart broke as I wrote; I could see Jared so clearly in my head. I didn’t want to do this, but I have to. It is the only way to keep my pack safe: to give myself up.
Jared,
I am so sorry that everything has spiraled downward lately. It seems that everything I do is in vain and only causes more
