Chapter 1
Daniels -POV-
"Daniel have you told your mother yet?" I look at my therapist while fiddling with my thumbs "Well not yet I will soon just not yet, you know this is very hard to tell your mother oh hey ya Im depressed and i plan on leaving when i turn 18 years old." I said sighing
"You know your going to have to tell her and your sister and don't you think they'll be devastated when they find out your leaving" he said "
Its my choice when I turn 18 and that'll be in 2 weeks." I huffed getting angry. "You know what i just remembered i have to do something at home " grabbing my backpack and leaving while Im leaving i hear him calling my name.
Ugh this is what he always does tries to make me stay In this pack when I obviously don't want to. Don't get me wrong or anything I love my sister and mom and all but staying in a pack while jack as the alpha aka my bully that would be a nightmare so its better to just leave he's the one of the reason why i cut myself and starve myself "I just wish my life was simple." I mumble to myself.
While walking home i hear the last person I would ever want to hear Jack "Hey fatty" I hear him say but ignore him. "Hey fatty i was talking to ya." That's when he grabs my arm and pushes me to the ground."ow fuck." I curse under my breath "Next time don't ignore me you piece of shit."
I just stay there till he leaves but he doesn't instead he kicks my stomach repeatedly then pulls me up by my shirt and starts punching. After he's done punching me he throws me on the ground and leaves like nothing even happened.
~~~At home~~~
I rush upstairs running past the kitchen i don't want anyone to know about this at all. I run i to the bathroom that's connected to my room . I grab my razor blade and start cutting my wrist 4 times. I watch as the blood pour out my newly cuts. I hate myself i stand up and and look at the mirror and said to myself. "I hate you."

And before i know it i blacked out. I woke up in my room I looked at my arms they were bandaged up. I looked around my room and saw my sister sitting on my chair in my room. She met my gazed and said "How long?" i didn't respond "HOW LONG!" she said again "for a few years" which came out more as a whisper."Does mom know?" I asked her."no" I sighed in relief. The next thing she said was
"Why didn't say something to me?"
Tears were streaming down her eyes. My heart hurt seeing my sister cry. I went over to her and hugged her while she cried in my arms."Steph Im sorry." I said to her,she pulled away and looked me in the eyes "promise me" she said "Promise me you'll stop and i wont tell mom" I stayed silent for a few minutes "Its not as easy as you think"I responded looking down. "I see a therapist to try to help myself but it doesn't work I feel empty lost like nothing matters anymore I take my medication but yet i feel so empty inside." I said while tears welling up my eyes. "I'll help you" she responded. I sighed and looked her in the eyes."Then help me leave this place."
