Wolfram glanced at Bleddyn for a heartbeat, and looked away, staring at his plate. A headache roared in his head, like invisible claws sinking into his skull. The endless chattering around him made his eyes narrow, another aching pain shooting through his head. A hardly audible snarl welled in his throughout, his hands clenching into fists.I need to find out which person of the pure killed my mother! And which person shot at Bleddyn... His hands clenched into fists even tighter, his knuckles turning white. What if Mapleshade really is in The Pure? My mother knew her better then anyone....She would know. What is this key they want? What if Mapleshade has it? And what exactly can it do? What if....they have the power to destroy everything? He sighed softly, his eyes flickering with emotion. My mother would know...even if she didn't, she would just tell me that everything would be alright. That we would be safe no matter what. But she wasn't safe, and I wasn't good enough. If I hadn't stayed to fight with Lily, and came home earlier, I would have saved her. She would be alive right now, and none of this would of happened. Is this even worth it? He glanced at Bleddyn and Lachlan quickly, before looking down again. It is, partly. Loosing my mother isn't worth it. I wouldn't trade her life for infinite money or the power over the world. Nothing....Nothing at all.... His eyes darkened, his head throbbing even worse. His chest tightened in grief as he thought of his mother, her voice so gentle and comforting, no matter the situation. Would my father know? Would he know anything about The Pure? NO! He is worthless! Rage replaced agony in his eyes, his jaw clenching.He abandoned me and my mother! He told us where where worthless! That we weren't special, even though I was just like him! He said no one would want the boy who was a cat. The memory flashed in his mind so clearly. He remembered he was about 7 or 8, his mother had fallen out with his father before he was born, but then they tried to get back together, and then his father met him...
"What. Is. That? Wolfram stared up at the man with wide eyes. The tall male's voice was full of disgust and hate. Wolfram was petrified of the man, the guys cat like eyes and tall figure scaring him."He is your son..."His mother's gentle voice soothed him, a gentle hand resting on his shoulder."And if you want to be with me, you will accept him. He is just like you. He is a Inhuman." The males eyes flared with anger."NO! I do not want a idiotic child in my life! He is worthless and stupid, and so are you!" Fear flashed in Wolfram, his body tensing. He stood there trembling."How could you let this happen? Why did you have to have a stupid child? It's worthless, You're worthless!" The man snarled."How dare you! Wolfram is not worthless, he is special, Michele!"
Wolfram's body trembled with anger. His body was tense and trembling, his hand pure white, the blood from earlier glittering brightly against the pale skin."I don't want a CHILD, Silver!"His father snarled."You are acting very childish right now, Michele! Your acting as if he is nothing, as if he's a burden."Silver hissed."He is a burden. He is worthless, he should never have been born. Ever. Get it out of my sight."The dark haired male turned around, walking away from the two, and leaving, never to be seen again.
A audible sob like noise came from Wolfram as he forced himself not to sob. He felt nauseous at the memory. He was hardly aware he was in a room full of people, and just faintly aware of the voices and chattering around.I can't do this...I can't....My mother is dead, and my father wants nothing to do with me. And Mapleshade has gone insane, and she was the only other person I trusted. Why am I so weak? Why am I so....so.....unwilling. So unwilling to accept help? Why can't I just GIVE IN FOR ONCE?! Then a voice screeched at the back of his head, painfully reminding him of the fact he never let anything go.No, NO! You're still, Holding ON! LET GO!
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