In the Alpha’s Kingdom

roll of gauze. “Oh, for Christ’s sake. How can I lie down here,” Lavelle whispered. Lavelle tried to grab a call button on the top right corner of the hospital bed. The squeaking

n to leave this world. The trauma she suffered was so bad that Lavelle hesitated to continue her life. “I feel the way you feel.” “You won’t feel it.” “All right. But it’s okay if you start dealing with your own situation. It’s what’s best for you,” Mark said. “What kind of pain haven’t had I been through this whole time? And what kind of misfortune, I refuse to accept?” asked Lavelle. “Hey... Trust me... If you can embrace your inner child, you can do whatever as you please. There are a lot of people who love you, you’re the ones who don’t realize it.” “I don’t have feelings… how can I figure that out? I get really numb.” replied Lavelle. “Lavelle Wynstella, how long do you want to stay the way you are? Understand that your whole family awaits you at home,” said Mark. “I don’t give a hoot. They won’t understand how I feel... And when I told them, they answered as I did through a trivial matter... I am lonely as hell, Mark.” Lavelle burst into tears and wept in silence. “It’s just your negative thoughts. See, I am right here… in your side as well… I heard your heart… and so on. Then why do you feel like you’re alone?” Mark pointing himself before Lavelle. “I don’t know… I just feel I am lonely because there’s not somebody dotes on me.” “What the hell are you talking about? Who doesn’t dote on you? A lot of people dote on you, Lavelle. Just open your mind, you have to know it.” Lavelle sobbing. “I don’t think so. They’ve bullied me all the times.” “They’re a piece of junk. You’ll just waste your time to think all of them. Forget them, and you’ll be okay. I’m sure.” Mark took a long, deep breath, then he stood up. Mark walked over to the big windows there—he pulls out the curtain’s string. A beautiful view was exposed. A big and tall building in vibrant light, it’s made everything about Georgia is so magnificent. It’s just 3.00 am. But everything looked so memorable cause of the beautiful light. Lavelle always said that she loves a beautiful light so much to Mark, but she hasn’t talked about it since she gets into a domestic problem with her dad. Lavelle changes so much, she’s devastated like a mirror when it thrown to the stone—it’s broken. And nothing can combine it like it used to. Although the formula for combining it very bonded or very hard, still, it cannot be. This is not the first time Lavelle has gotten away with this. For the umpteenth time her through the domestic problem and misery in life. The umpteen time she wanted to commit suicide. Mark can’t do nothing about it, but try to persuade her. Lavelle, the poor girl. She’s lived a miserable life from the time she