Chalice.
The scream that tore out from the back of my throat was so loud, it almost burst my windpipe. But who the fuck cares about some damned windpipe when the moon goddess has decided to frown upon her by cursing her baby to come out weeks before its supposed due date?
Definitely not me.
My fingers dug into the wall as I screamed so loud, the ceilings rattled. But do you know what was more pathetic than having to scream like a fucking banshee for all to hear?
The fact that no one cared.
Nobody came to check on me. Nobody cared that I was literally screaming down the place. Nobody cared that this could be my fucking last breath…
'Because they probably think that you're faking it just as you've faked every other thing,' My wolf and arch enemy clapped back, infuriating me even more.
