Amelia;
I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall, my gaze not breaking away as thoughts plagued my broken mind. I knew the Elites thought I killed Jaime and Laura, I could feel their hatred for me, and it broke my heart. My own father believed it was me and, in an instance, they would put me to death. Thank Selene I had Marie on my side, she was my angel in disguise. Maybe I should just let them all kill me because as they all have said, people always died around me; my mother when I was born and now Jaime and Laura not even two months after I joined the pack. I was a bad omen and bad omens always affected the people around them, including the people they cared about. Piper, Matt and Arlo flashed through my mind, what if something happened to them? Because of me. I could run awa
