I ran out of the conference room, with my hand half covering my mouth I ran with no destination on my mind. Tears were streaming down my face, the anger and pain that they caused me. I was furious at them but my frustration kept pouring down my face in the form of tears. The memories of what they did to me, and how they treated me kept replaying vividly in my mind.

My anger fumes at each remembrance, they hated me. They wished for my death, sending me ousted from their pack as if my existence doesn't matter. He didn't care if anything happened to me in the woods,...