Miranda’s POV
It is not the wound to my flesh that is my highest concern yet the injury to my brain, to the way I see the world and perceive others.
The way you wound and injure others, then make such a bizarre rational to 'explain' it - you have surrendered yourself to your inner evil wolf. And though we are built to mirror those around us, to respond to the environment in kind, I am better than that. I am my inner good wolf. I feed my good self. In that nobody has a say but me.
The wound, the injury to my flesh will heal long before I am able to heal my brain. Trauma is that way. Yet with time, with someone good to talk to, I will be well once more. The wounds, the injuries, they have a way of boosting the most primitive parts of me and silencing the best. I am a stubborn one. Stub
