Chapter 2 Mia

• I stayed in my position, kneeling, as I looked up in the direction my mate, Raphael, a crowned prince of the royal clan of the werewolves, had went to. Disappearing, out of my view like that forever. The mate who rejected me, the mate who threw me away like I was nothing, the mate who did not even look back to see if I was okay, the mate who didn’t flinch when he said those words, the mate who told me himself that I was not worthy. All these thoughts were just running in my mind, they were running very wild, making myself ask myself a lot of questions. I mean anybody would wonder why, why did he really reject me because, because of my current condition? Was it because I was mute and deaf? What was wrong with being mute and deaf? I was born this way. Why would he do such a thing? After all the years I had fantasized, this perfect dreaming and clinging on to that dream of how my mate would scoop me away, accept me as I was, take me in and shower me with love because that’s what we were told. Many stories were coming from the elders telling us that no matter the darkness, no matter the hill, no matter the depth of the hole or the pit, a mate was a person who was made and designed to love you. And why did my mate do this to me? Why did he break me? Why did he break me with a second thought? Was it all lies? Was it really all lies? Looks and ability mattered more than what fate had set in stone? Was I, was I going to be worth his while if I wasn’t mute and deaf? Was I going to be worthy of him then if I wasn’t mute and deaf? Would he have accepted me if I wasn’t? Would he have given me the honour to be his mate?
• I thought of all of this though I knew that there was no way I could change the way I was. I was born with impaired heading and I was born with an inability to speak. And today for the first time ever in my life, I was painfully made aware of how being like this was a great disadvantage. And sadly I knew that, there was no changing it. I curled up pulling my knees close to my chest and slept on them. Then silently, tears fell. I couldn’t speak, nor make sounds so the only thing I did was to cry silently. I felt them roll down my cheeks and watched as they fell onto the earth.Ring ring,ring,ring) My phone rang. Ot was my mother. She was video calling me. Picking it up, I looked at her caller ID for a while, should I answer it? If I do, what would I say to her? Could I stand to face my mother as she got sat over me losing my mate because of my condition? No, I did not want her to be sad and blame her self.
• In the end, I did not answer. The phone rang for a few seconds before it disconnected and a missed call notification popped up on my screen.
• I kinda felt guilty because I ignored her call but I could not answer her in the state I was in, it was best if only one of got hurt. Besides, I would make it up to her by cooking her favorite meal or baking her favorite pie with the ingredients from our garden. As for right now, I just needed to be alone. I just needed to sit here on this damp soil and cry, just to cry a few more times, that’s all I would ask.
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• It was sunset. I stayed in the woods for long and decided to go back because my parents surely would be worried about me. It was strange enough already that they had not come to fetch me with angry looking faces.
• Reaching the front porch of our house, I decided to practice a fake smileto reassure my parents ghat I was okay but my nose caught something in the air. You see I am a very sensitive witch and that senstivity affected everything I dealt with. And right now, the air reeked of a heavy stench of blood. But where was it coming from?