The fang pack was my home I loved my home, but it did not love me. I was always abused my pack members even my own mother hated me. The abuse started when I turned six years old. When I was first turned my fur was a golden brown, but as the days went on my fur slowly turned to a lavender purple. As my fur started to turn I become the packs punching bag. I lost all my friends do to my fur changing. As the abuse got worse this blue and black spots appeared on my tail. I always thought they were bruises but I was wrong I was growing spots on my tail, body and face....
Its been ten years since the abuse started. Everyday I have to walk to the lake and fill twenty buckets of water to use as our packs water supplies. I only have one hour to have
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I tried to roll over on the news paper and get a little more sleep. Since I'm the most hated member of this pack I am not allowed a bed nor am I allowed to go to school. My mother marches into my room and screams so loudly. "Luna get those god damn ugly piercings out of your ear. sigh and you wonder why nobody likes you". I spat at words in frustration "nobody likes me cause of my vibrant fur colors mom. You don't either I don't understand why you haven't killed me yet". My mothers face turned to anger then I saw sorrow appear in her face and in her eyes. She spoke with stern tone because she was trying to cover up the pain she felt. "Luna you disgrace this family by how you act towards others, and you don't even try to fit in. You use your stupid fur color as the main reason people hate you. Its not that its you are completely uncaring about anyone but yourself". I quickly snapped back "Nobody has treated me with love and respect since I was six so how can you expect me to be nice. huh mom I don't think you deserve to be called my mother! A mothers job is to love and care for her children but you never cared about me. Don't deny mom if you had it your way I wouldn't be in this pack. I WOULD BE LEFT TO DIE OUT IN THE WOODS!". My mother backed out of the room barley keeping the tears from streaming down her face. She closed the door and as soon as she did you could hear her sit in her chair crying. I started to feel awful for what I said but she should know exactly how her and this stupid pack of hers makes me
She at first refused to believe me, but as I persevered against her denial filled rants she began to see what she had believed about me was false. She did not take being proved wrong in her beliefs well. In the middle of a tearful sentence, she left the room, got into her car, and disappeared for hours. This left me emotionally raw and shocked but also invigorated by the weight of what I had just done. I had just asserted myself against the most major figure in my life; directly challenged what she believed about me. Her rejection hurt, needless to say. When she came back from her drive she had vomited all over herself. She didn’t audibly offer any explanations as to why, but I could easily feel her disgust by the fact she could barely look at me for weeks afterward. It hurt tremendously, but soon I was able to find pride in what I had done. I had asserted myself against my mother and no matter the state of the outcome I felt pride in my new courage, and a sense of independence as I openly defined myself and defied my mother’s beliefs. Even now knowing the outcome and the emotional strain it would have on me, I would still do the same thing, because of the confidence in myself that I have achieved through the
I sat there in my room with tears flowing down my blush pink cheeks. Wondering what was wrong with me, as a salty tear ran along my dried out chapped lips. I thought to myself,” Why am I so miserable? What did I do to deserve this? How am I going to escape this life?” I started to ponder that this was the end of my life, this is how I was going to be, sorrowful. At the lowest point of my life, mother came barging through the door with the look of cavernous concern on her face. She knew that it was time for something to be done, whether I agreed or not.
I rapidly took the bathtub scrub and started scrubbing like my life depends on it. I always said the most ungracious stuff about my mom not being book smart. As I was cleaning, I felt drowsy more than ever. I felt like I overdosed myself with allergy medicine. My eyes were easily closing like I was giving up on life. As soon I put out the trash on the porch, I ran so fast. I ran faster than an Olympic track and field star. As soon as I got to my room, I cleaned my room so fast I bet the flash could not reach my speed limit. By the time I was done my mom entered the room with the Bible. All I could say is “what, she wants to preach now. I think I have been through heck already” she hands me the bible and says read this scripture, I read “children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right” Ephesians 6:1. Before I knew she was ranting very loudly about her life in Africa, how her mother suffered for her and that she was so respectful. I bet 5 million dollars she did not lie due to how she treats her mom now. I started crying and realized how I was wrong about my
When I woke up in the morning, my mom had left for work. My dad was singing in the kitchen, banging pots around. I got up, tiptoed down the hall, washed my face. A neatly wrapped present lay on the bathroom counter. It was addressed to me. I stuffed it into my robe pocket, and rushed back down the hall. Under the covers, I opened the package. On the first page of a small, leather notebook, an inscription read: to a writer, love your mother. I never wrote anything in the notebook. I could never think of anything good
Find different shelter. Try to find somewhere where your abuser can't find you. A good
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