C12 Chapter 11. Life

11. Life

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One year has gone after the incident, and I have been forced to serve the superiors ever since.

Every day, I had to look at Edward and Charolette and see how happy they were. Mom had forced me to work as a maid in the Packhouse after that day, and I had even accepted the room they had provided me in our house. My mother ordered me to sleep under the stairs, telling me it was where I belonged.

Nothing strange happened after that, and despite Mom's promise to take me to a seer, she forgot about the day after since she was late for work.

It was seven o'clock in the morning, and I ran late for the Packhouse. I have to make everyone's breakfast, clean the entire house, and then go to college. I'll be graduating in a few months, and after that, I intend to leave this area.

Even if I am labeled a traitor, I will flee and begin living among humans. As a person, no one will know anything about me in my surroundings.

I was able to save some money thanks to the services provided by Packhouse. I was barred from working as a waiter because my mother didn't want me to be near guys in particular.

Whatever pay is handed to me here, mom takes everything away except for the tuition fee, which I had saved.

I fumbled around something while jogging and was ready to fall face-first on the ground when I was stopped by a little paw.

I exclaimed and looked at the dog in front of me, who was carrying a bag tied to her leg.

These kids are being spoilt by the day; they should not transform into wolves unless their parents are around to guide them, yet he was left unattended here.

He returned to his human form and put on his clothing. After then, he turned to face me and smiled.

I was taken aback since this is the first time in a year that a child has smiled at me instead of being informed that I am something terrible and that they should be scared of me.

I returned his gesture and smiled warmly at him.

"Thank you for not punishing me; I played with my friends, but I'm not sure where they are now," he added sweetly. He appeared to be 5-6 years old, and the fact that he was not terrified of me made me glad.

"It's OK. What's your name?" I inquired. I adore children, and the fact that they are petrified of me has bothered me for a long time.

He was about to respond when his sight was drawn to someone behind me.

"Ian, to whom are you speaking?" I'm guessing it was his mother who asked.

"Mommy, look, isn't she beautiful?" Ian replied as he took her hand in his.

This was the first compliment I'd received in years.

His mother's gaze caught mine, and she appeared disturbed and worried.

"Ian, don't go close her. She's bad," his mother yanked him away from me.

"No, Mommy, she is not," he struggled to break his hand free from her firm grip, but she wouldn't let him go.

"Ian, You should not go to her because she will take you away and give you to the beasts. "His mother spoke to him as if I didn't exist in the same room as them.

It was excruciatingly painful to hear all of the negative preconceptions that people had formed about me. They are scaring children by using my name.

When his mother told him that, Ian shivered. He was clearly afraid of me at this point. I smiled at him as he looked at me, but he quickly averted his attention and began walking away with his mother.

I don't think these little angels will ever like me.

When I arrived at the Packhouse, I swiftly finished my work. I went to college before returning to the Packhouse to complete the cleaning and cooking for everyone.

I had tests tomorrow, and my errands were taking forever.

It wasn't until after midnight that I finished doing the dishes for the entire house. There were other laborers as well, but no one would take mercy on me and let me leave even for a single day; instead, they would enjoy my exertion.

Even if I appreciated the fact that these works and college are keeping me busy and grabbing all of my mental attention and not allowing my thoughts to wander to Edward, I wouldn't lie if I said that my physical health is at risk. I'm not thinking about the fact that I'm not getting enough rest, and Mom thinks I'm just making excuses.

I finished my tests the next day and returned to the Packhouse, where I was assigned to clean the bathrooms today.

I did it, and when I sat down on a chair to take a break from work, I fell asleep without realizing it. That was what I needed and where it was secondary.

"Astrid, what are you doing sleeping here at work?" The head maid, who is in charge of everything and despises me to the core, arrived to disrupt the brief respite I was enjoying.

"Sorry, Ms. Jane, I did notice when I fell asleep" I quickly sprang up from my seat and began cleaning. Thankfully the little bit of power sleep had sprinkled a small amount of energy to help me do my work fast.

I was released go early, but I still had to go home and finish the unfinished business that I had been putting off for quite some time.

I didn't feel like going home, so I went to the jungle, where I got some peace of mind by being around animals.

I had constructed a little treehouse large enough to house me and the items I had purchased for the occasional stay I had over here.

Except for myself, no one knows about the location. I leaned my back against the house's thin wall, and then I burst into tears.

I keep myself from breaking down, but once I'm alone, I revert to my sensitive self, who notices everything and is hurt by even the little things.

I hate to admit it, but I am terrified of everything. I am scared of my life, and I am frightened of individuals who will harm me. Every day, I worry for my life because I know that someone is going to come and kill me since everyone is afraid of me.

I'm anxious about having my heart broken.

Every day brings a new worry and a new hardship, and in the midst of it all, I look for someone on whom I can trust, someone who can console and understand me. I'm looking for someone who can pick me up when I'm down and tell me that I'm worth it.

I don't demand emotional support from something romantic, but I do want someone to be my friend and listen to me out.

I hadn't expected my brothers to turn away from me.

Yes, they were the ones that were there for me when everyone else turned their backs, but I can sense that they are gradually drifting away from me. They attempt to avoid talking with me, and Skylar appears to be seeing someone since he seems happy, and he always tries to run away from me when I question why.

I am happy for him, and I think he is not telling me because he thinks I would be sad as I haven't found anyone.

I try to convince myself that I've moved on, but seeing Edward disturbs me every day.

Maybe if I discover my second chance mate, which is an uncommon sight, I'll be able to get out of everything.

I stay here, convincing myself that this is all temporary, that it will all end one day, and that when it does, I will never return to this place again.

Finding my second chance is my last hope, and even if I don't, I'll flee here and start living among humans on my own.

I looked at my wristwatch and knew I didn't have much time at home.

I gathered my belongings and began heading out, but I felt severe anguish oozing into my chest just as I was about to climb down from the treehouse.

"Ah!!!" I shouted and sank back into my seat.

The agony I felt when Edward rejected me or when he became intimate with Charlotte paled in comparison to what I was experiencing right now.

I hadn't felt any anguish since that day when I accepted his rejection. Still, this time everything was worse than before, and I began sweating profusely.

I screamed for someone to come over and look at me. Suddenly, a vision began to materialize in front of my eyes.