The Werewolf's Chapter 412: Useless and weak

Chapter 412: Useless and weak

Rex

I know that this is all a trick, I know that this is all in my head but I can’t help but feel jealous. I can’t help but feel the way I feel. I can’t help but feel like I am not good enough.

I can’t help but feel like I am not what Blue and Gyles want. I can’t help but feel like I am not good enough for them. I have always had all these feelings inside . From the day they t each other. There was this voice at the back of my mind, one that told

that I wasn’t the only one for them. I wanted to be the one they shared. I liked when I was in the middle of things and I know it is selfish and it is not sothing I have ever said out loud but it has been there and I hate that this is the fear the goddess decided to use.

I start to cry because I know that this is all in my head. I can’t help but think that this is the punishnt. I can’t help but think that this is what it feels like to be completely alone.

I can’t help but think that this is what Blue and Gyles will do to .

I can’t help but think that this is what they have always wanted.

I start to cry harder.

I think about all the fun things we have done together, all the fun things we have shared. All the ti we have spent. I think about the way it felt when Blue kissed

for the first ti. I think about all the fun we had.

I think about the way it felt when Gyles kissed .

I think about the way I felt when they both kissed

at the sa ti.

"It is real." I breathe out through my tears. They are still on the bed, they are having sex, without .

"What we have is real,’’ I say louder this ti because I am not going to let this get to . I know this is not real.

This will never be real.

"We have done it without you before, I an, that is why you are here in the first place.’’ Blue turns to

and smiles, he sounds evil. This is not the man that I know.

This is sothing else, sothing darker, this is not real.

"We have done it before and we can do it again,’’ Gyles says, his voice is the sa.

This is not real. The fact that they are talking to

ans that they can see . I thought I was just a fly in the wall and now that they are talking to , I don’t want to have a conversation with them.

How am I supposed to accept that this isn’t real when they are looking at

with such intensity? when this all feels a lot real.

I look at my hands because I don’t want to look at them. I don’t want to hear what they have to say. I don’t want to cry in front of them. This is my punishnt; I have to go through this if I want to get out and go back to them.

"This is a dream," I say and I know that I am making myself feel better.

"This is just a dream," I say louder this ti. I know that this is the only thing I can do and I know that this is the only way that I can get back to them if I stand up for myself.

"This is just a dream,’’ I say louder again.

I am not going to let this get to .

"You might think that this is a dream and maybe it is but you have to know that this is how we really feel. You are a burden, a weak oga. One that we don’t even want.’’ Blue mutters.

his words hurt.

This is not real.

I shake my head as his words get to , I stand up from the bed because I want to be away from him and this situation. I would rather be in the cold cave alone, than watch the n I love, hate . I walk over to the door and it opens easily. Maybe this is what I am supposed to do.

Leave this situation.

Show strength.

"Everyone is going to leave you, even your parents chose death over you,’’ Blue shouts just as I leave the room.

the door closes behind

and I am left alone in the dark. I stand there for a while and I am not sure what to do. I know that this is a dream and that I have to wake up but I can’t control it. The air around

is cold and I sll the faint scent of snow. There is a path just in front of

and I know that I am supposed to walk down it.

I start to walk and I try and focus on the fact that this is a dream but it is hard and the voice in the back of my mind is telling

that if I don’t wake up, I will be alone and this is real.

I can’t help but think about the way they looked at .

They looked at

like I was a burden, they looked at

like I was useless.

The way they were talking to

was harsh and I can’t help but think that maybe it is the way they have always felt about .

Shit, no, this is getting to .

I am losing my fucking mind.

I stop at the end of the trail and I see a fire, one that is bright and sohow might bring warmth to my cold mind. I walk over to it and place my hands in front of it, rubbing them together.

For the first ti, I can see my hands and they look so small. My hand is smaller than I thought.

Cause you are weak.

Blue’s voice is in my head again, and I don’t know how to get rid of the strange hate that is mixed with it.

"This is happening,’’ I hear a voice and turn in the direction. I don’t see anyone but the voice is so familiar that it makes my heart shudder. Slowly, the voice turns to footsteps and I see the person responsible for my heart trembles.

"Mom,’’ I call out as a tear rolls down my cheek.

Why is she here?