My heart sunk as I took in the old worn out mattress that still lay across the floor. Images of my younger helpless self-hit me almost making me forget the purpose of me being here. The only reason it hadn't consumed me was because of the piece of white paper that sat in the middle of my old mattress
Forcing myself to pick it up I clasped it into my hands. Somehow, I knew it was meant for me which only intensified the sickening feeling in my gut. Unravelling the scrunch up paper I felt frustration, anger, sadness, and pain flow through me like a tornado.
"nice try runt! You didn't think I'd make it that easy for you and your new friends, did you?
Thought you could outsmart me, did you? Maybe you need reminding of who the alpha is around here, ahh well not to worry plenty of time for tha
