Aida

The wind whips my ears as I run out into the open and head for the mountain range. My every morning has been like this lately. Running. Freedom. The sweet release I get from just shifting and running like I’m a wolf in the wild. Alone and free. No returned Daddy drama. No new hybrid monsters to think about. No more secret plans of epic disaster revealed daily to force me into continuing to live in this everlasting nightmare that is now my life.

And I thought being institutionalised for so long was tough. At least I was buzzed.

Don't get me wrong. There is extreme good in my...