Chapter 9 Accept my rejection

PENELOPE'S POV~

I am leaving.

Finally

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and I barely recognized the person looking back at me.

My skin was pale, my eyes hollow and dull. There was a bruise on my left cheek, a reminder of the pain I had endured.

My right arm was bandaged, a small red stain on the white fabric. I felt like a ghost of my former self, a shell without substance.

I couldn't remember the last time I looked in the mirror and smiled at the person looking back at me. I was tired, broken, defeated. I felt like a failure, and I hated myself for it.

My wounds were slow to heal but who was I to blame?

Me!

I was so pathetic that I couldn't even morph with my wolf. I was aching with so much pain.

I stared around the room I was in. I was back in Giovanni's mansion after two more days of being hospitalized.

None of my family members had contacted me. I would never be surprised if my father said to my face that he wanted me dead.

I only agreed to return back here to pack my thing