HANNAH
I bit down hard on my arm to keep in the sobs, but they came out anyway. The tears streamed down my cheeks. I was helpless to stop them. Not that I was even trying.
If they would bring me any sort of relief, then I would gladly let them flow. I would allow it to drown me, overfill me till my pains were gone.
I was tired, so tired. It felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on me, slowly but surely suffocating me. The hopelessness of it all fairly took my breath away.
I had hoped my life would get better with time. But time had brought nothing but one trouble after another.
Like it was yesterday, I remembered crying in this same bathroom long before I became the white wolf. Now, even with my new abilities, nothing in my life had changed.
Yes. I wasn't being bullied
