Her fae doctors left leaving her alone in the big empty room. Why are they helping her? Why are they nice to her? Are they her mother's spies? The overthinking made her so anxious, she got out of bed. There's no point, every sleeping position was uncomfortable. And the amount of 'why's' cloud her mind with self-pity, she's so... she can't lose sight of her goal and hope for a better future.
She got up and removed her drips; she needs some fresh air. The nurses made their rounds so it will be a while for them to make the second round. Her feet touch the cold floor, and she liked the feeling that made her feel grounded. She walked out into the empty dark corridors. The dark is not so scary, it's just the dark and it always had shadows for her.
With careful frightened movements. She rested her hand on the cold concrete as every silent step she takes, takes her closer to freedom. It's not that she's a master class in sneaking but she more silent than the average human. It's easier blending in with the dark and the adrenaline of potentially being caught made her crave freedom a little bit more. She finally made it upstairs without getting caught and she opened the door to a dark. The sky is a frosty dark temperature and that made her feet sting, but she was free... That's what life will be like when she leaves, it will be unknown to her, but she will be free of this madness.
This madness is infectious... Enough gaslighting, manipulation and trauma is a perfect remedy for broken omegas. One injection of the remedy made her almost give into the hopelessness. She hates living but she refuses to die in this prison filled with blank faces and forcefully trapped with her abuser.
She graduates in two months', but she will stay another one or two to get all her papers, identification in her possession. She planned this escape every day since her mother got married, she does not need to take care of her anymore. She sat on the cold roof freezing her ass off, she looked up that the night infused with snow. She held one flack in her hand, and she remembers doing the same thing with her father years back. She remembers catching flacks with him and playing in the snow. Now she's alone, with just a nightgown and her loneliness.
"God. If you are still on myside, get me out of here and please lead me to my fated mate. I am not strong enough to survive this world on my own." She won't survive because there will always be a level of entitlement and decisions made over her life. If she gets mated there is no way that Umbriel will have an excuse to suck her back into that empty void. "Stop Alex, you've never had anyone, and you will continue surviving on your own."
She dropped her hand. She really hates having a victim mentality, being weak has gotten her nothing but pain and emptiness. She will fulfil her purpose, she knows there is more beyond the pack and this dreadful life. She got up from her position and faced the scary yet peaceful night once more.
"Father, I pray my fated is nothing like my father, stepfather, that disgusting monster and that enabling pack. Please make sure of that, I will ask for nothing else. Good night."
She's getting cold and her feet are protesting, the longer she stands there the more her feet will turn blue. She closed the door and snuck back inside. She's much more confident now, the moment she heard footsteps she turned the corner and watched the nurse passed her. She relied on her deadly silent steps and she movements playful as she thought of a way to sneak back into her room. Perhaps the hope made her see her situation as temporary, it doesn't matter she gently glided until she saw her room which was right passed the nurse's station. She shouldn't have taken the long way around, over confidence might bit her in the butt. She heard a beep and the nurse's got up; they must be doing their rounds now. With speed and agility, she never thought she had she hustled taking the opportunity to mauver until she got to her door that she slowly opened. This was fun, it was challenging and now she can relax her expression she's safe. She walked in and was immediately pinned on the wall.
"Shh."
Hell no. She wanted to scream but nothing came. Her throat burned with the effort, but silence clung to her like a curse. She turned her head to the side just in time to vomit only to see blood. Her blood. Panic set in. She looked up at her assailant just as her body began to convulse, the seizures hitting with brutal, mind-numbing force. She couldn't speak. She couldn't move. She couldn't even cry for help. Her body was on fire no, worse. It hurt so much it felt like something was clawing its way out of her, trying to tear through skin and bone. She'd chosen silence. That was hers. But this? This was a punishment for crimes she never committed. Hands gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open. Her head snapped back painfully and suddenly; her fangs tore through. Large, vicious and beyond imaginable pain.
"Alexandria!"
The voice echoed not in her ears, but in her mind. She cowered deeper into the corners of her consciousness, retreating... until she saw herself on the bathroom mirror. Half of her pitch-black wolf. She has patterns on her fur, and her eyes are blood red. Her fingers practically tore apart to release massive claws; her reaction could be fear but no... she has a burning hatred inside. The darkness forms a wrap around her like a memory and a warning. She stared at it, and for the first time, she felt almost... comforted. Almost, she's terrified and her skin burns. She screams, it's loud, but she does not know what to do but cry. The pain ate at her until she was a passenger in her own body.
'Finally.'
A foreign voice spoke, she sees her wolf before looking at Parker's confused terrified face. How is she here? And if she is with the wolf who is facing Parker? She remembers her father warning her to take reigns over her animal, she always assumed it was her wolf. She gets up and realises that she's alone in the darkness looking in on the man's horror.
'Sit back and enjoy the show.'