Traumatized_Initiation_The Whole Story_To Love is to Sacrifice
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Traumatized
TRIGGER WARNING!! Consists of mentioning physical abuse, violence, suicidal thoughts/actions, sexual assault/abuse. If any of these things cause you to feel uncomfortable do NOT read this passage. Please read with caution!!!Have you ever had something so terrible happen to you, that it was hard to letwww.onedoor.cc go of the pain and guilt? I definitely have. My mother and father were married for thirteen years. They got married while my father was incarcerated for illegal drugs such as methanphetines, opioids and marijuana. I was physically and emotionally abused by my biological father. My father was a he...
Initiation
The house mother had called lights out only half an hour ago when the older boys came knocking on the door. Mark and his roommate, Michael, had not been asleep; both country boys, their first night away from home, they had been making tentative conversation about the farms they had grown up on, the small primary schools they had gone to, the younger siblings left behind. The conversation halted as they looked at the door.“Who is it?” Mark asked.“This is your unofficial, official welcome to Rochester Grammar,” came a deep voice, accompanied by muffled chuckles outside the door.Mark opened the d...
The Whole Story
“If this goes south, I need you to promise me something.”“Anything.”“Don’t leave until you know the whole story.”Her last words ring in my ears and swirl around my head. They always land on the same two words. Don’t leave. The bed feels stiff under my body and the blanket presses down on me like a twenty ton weight. The room has a faint glow from the dawn’s light slipping through the window. A numbing wave of acceptance rolls through my body.I roll out of bed and peer out the window. It’s barely six o’clock, but there are two boys playing basketball across the street. The ball occasionally hit...
To Love is to Sacrifice
"I've never felt more alive than when I am lost in the moment and concentrated on the hunt." Mal breathed quietly, pleading in his eyes as he looked up at her. Lyria could only stare down at him in silent horror, her body frozen as fear iced through her veins. Mal raised his hands slowly, caution keeping every movement smooth and unthreatening. "Please, just give me a moment to explain," He asked standing from a crouch, hands still placating in reassurance, "I was a ghost before I hunted the first time, empty and without purpose in my life." He paused, taking in her shocked expression, but too...