92

MIKE

It’s been two days, and I really didn’t know my left from right. Everything was looking so gloomy, and nothing was making sense. It was so hard to be with my pack now. They all looked at me with pity, making me feel so insecure about myself.

I wasn’t sure I deserved such a response from them. I had tried my best not to make my situation get the best of me, but it was like they just chose not to see any of these things. They were obsessed with pitying me instead.

I grabbed my jacket from the hook, and tossed it over my shoulders. I had no zeal to listen to them today. I needed to be on my own, and get myself back together, because I was pretty sure that I was losing myself in all of these, and it shouldn’t be that way. I needed peace of mind, and I know that this house wouldn’t get me that.

I stuffed a couple of knives in my boot, and then left the solace of my room. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Jean. She was looking at me with pure devotion in her eyes, and I