Dear Omega,
I've had a bad day and fought with Quin earlier. I went home with busted lips and minor scratches. Mom asked me about it but I just shrugged and ran upstair to lock myself in my room again. Well, to be honest, I don't even give a f**k if I go home dead.
That is my only wish now though. To stop breathing. To stop living. To stop this unbearable pain inside of my chest.
I know that is the only way for you to finally recover from your trauma and to finally heal. When the man who tortured you disappear, you'll finally be in peace.
The future Alpha
