Monster

Destiny

I've been staring at her, again. Just like I've been doing for days now. She's scared, bruised, and empty. Marks coats her once flawlessly, beautiful skin.

Her deep silver eyes held such hope, fierceness, warmth, love, happiness, and care. Are now hollow, icy-cold, and dull. Who's that person in my mirror staring back at me, what's her reason for living? What purpose does she have in life?

Sighing, I get out of the bathroom, dragging my feet into the bedroom. Digging through the closet drawers, I lazily drag on a pair of navy-blue sweatpants, an oversized black hoodie, and a pair of multi-colored socks.

I should've been in physiotherapy two hours ago working on my arm and leg with Jackson. But I'm not in the mood for that today, it sucks to be in pain for this long. I've never missed my werewolf abilities as I have now.