× Dixie ×
“Give her time.”
Alvera’s words echo in my mind again, a lifeline, something to hold onto in this sea of agony.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe I just need more time. But how much more can I endure? How much longer before this pain finally breaks me?
I think of Trix again, his words cutting deeper than any physical pain.
She’s a weakling.
Fuck him. f**k all of this.
I hate Trix. I hate this pack. I hate this curse. But most of all, I hate feeling powerless.
You must be tired of hearing this over and over again, but this is how I truly feel.
As the pain continues to break through me, threatening to kill me, my thoughts drift to a place far from here.
Home. God, how I miss home. I would give anything to be back on Craigslist Avenue right now, where life was normal and predic
