Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, everything else is mine.
Thanks to Midnight Cougar for beta'ing and fixing my tense issues. :)
A little special late night update for Trease The Smut Intern
Chapter 38
Dr. Hale put me on an anti-depressant, but I don't have much hope it will help. I take it every day as instructed though.
My work colleagues and my boss have noticed the change in my behavior.
They also notice you.
"How are you today? Is there anything I can do? I'm here for you, Isabella," Alice says every single fucking time I see her and I want to punch her to make her shut the fuck up.
I loathe those questions and the voice she says them in.
Pity, and I can't stand the sound of it.
The band-aid has been ripped off and everything is exposed. Now I'm off and the world just isn't right.
I'm wrong.
My claws are out constantly, my tongue lashing people without restraint.
I spend more and more time in the gym lately, trying to take everything out on the punching bag. The sparring instructor has banned me from class because I was being too aggressive. I can't go back until I calm down and learn to control my aggressions.
I'm spiraling out of control and there's no one to save me… except you.
Thank you to all who have shared your story with me. I can only imagine the heartbreak and devestation you went through, and I hope I do your grief justice. - Cat