Chapter 1

We live in a world that is controlled by werewolves. Humans need to follow the rules or there are consequences that are not very pleasant. I was never really welcomed in the human world or the werewolves world neither one wanted me. My mother was raped by a wolf because of her family trying to escape. She also died when she gave birth to me. They say most humans don't survive giving birth to half-breeds, that's what they call me. 

My grandparents raised me, but they make it known how much they hate me. I was never given any kind of affection. They just keep me alive because they have no other choice since I'm their daughter's first born. I have to be offered to the wolves. They say wolves are creatures to be afraid of.

I stay to myself as much as possible. It's better that way being invisible keeps the abuse to minimum. Pain isn't something I'm afraid of since I endure it so much. I never consider what life would be like if there was no pain. 

As my alarm started to go off I got up from the floor, turned the lights on and go in to the bathroom. I splash some water on my face to wake myself up a little. I get a washcloth and grab my bar of soap what is left of it. I then start to clean myself god it's so cold my body is shaking. As I finish cleaning myself I then rinse all the soap off of my washcloth, so I can then go over my body with it to get the soap off of me.

Damn I'm so cold I grab my hand towel to dry myself thankful that I'm finally finished. I grab my clothes. Thankfully my clothes are not half bad one thing my grandparents provide is nice clothes so they at least look good to others. They wouldn't dare let others talk they are too proud, but they make sure I know how much they hate me.

They are so relieved that I turn 16 in a couple of weeks they're hoping they can get rid of me once and for all. Since I am a half-breed I might have the abilities of a werewolf. If that is true then I will be taken to where most half-breeds are. I hear that they really are not treated very well. I guess the only good part of it would be at least I would have different scenery.

I always dreamed of escaping my grandparents but never knowing where I would go. There's not many places for my kind. If I am found they might just kill me even though sometimes I wonder if that would be better. I wonder about dying if it would be better than this life. I guess a part of me still thinks that maybe there will be a reason for living that keeps me hanging on.

As I finish getting dressed I have chores that need to be done before my grandparents wake up. They get angry if I do not complete the things that need to be done. They will hit me but not where you can see well others can see. They don't want others to see their true colors. I don't understand how people can't see who they truly are, which is evil. 

I sometimes wonder what my mother was like I see pictures of her. I'm not allowed to look at them but sometimes when nobody's looking I get just a peak. She was beautiful. She had long dark black hair and blue eyes. People always said that she was truly one of a kind, a beauty that was hard to resist. That is why my grandparents escaped trying to protect her, but then I happened.

I gather the cleaning supplies that I needed to get the house read up they do not clean up after themselves at all. I am expected to do it all. As I creep up the basement stairs I try to go as slow as I can, so I don't want to make a lot of noise. If I wake them I will pay for it. Once I make it to the top of the stairs I start. I gather all the dishes up into the sink and begin to wash them. Once I am finished I dry them and put them away. I clean the counters and stove. Now that it is late enough I can put the laundry in. As I hear footsteps coming from upstairs it makes me nervous.

Hoping that they are in a good mood today that I won't have to pay for being alive. I've rushed out of the laundry Room to get to the kitchen, so I can start their breakfast. As I get into the kitchen I see my grandfather. Knowing that he isn't happy wondering what I did this time.

"You haven't even started my breakfast yet."

As he pushes me up against the wall I'm waiting for him to hit me as I am trying to brace myself as he hits me in my stomach. I fall to the ground trying to catch my breath and not giving him the pleasure of me showing any kind of weakness.

I struggle to speak "I'm sorry I'm getting it right now." I am laying on the ground Hoping that he doesn't hit me again, but I am wrong he begins to kick me. My grandmother comes in. "Earl stop it, we only have to put up with her for 2 more weeks, and then she's finally gone."

He looks down at me with eyes full of hatred "get my fucking breakfast cooked now you mutt."

"Yes sir right away."

I begin to cook his breakfast thinking the entire time what I would do to him and what I would do to both of them for all the pain that they have cost me. Then I realize I'm nothing like them, I couldn't do what they have done to me no matter how much I hate them.

All they see is weakness when they look at me, but I am Strong. I have to have to deal with all that they make me suffer with. A weak person would have never survived. They're right I have 2 weeks of their hell only to walk into another hell. I'm not sure what is going to be better just hoping that it is better than this.

As I finish up the breakfast I serve it to them. When I go back into the kitchen to look to see what I could sneak a bit of. I go to take a piece of bread. I am so hungry I haven't eaten since I was at school on Friday. As I reach for the bread, take a piece my grandmother sees me.

"Put it down, you don't deserve to eat. If I ever see you trying to steal again I'll cut your fingers off." She says so coldly

"If you cut my fingers off then nobody will want me, and you won't get rid of me. I haven't eaten for days. I am starving. It's only a piece of bread."

She slaps me across the face and grabs a hold of my cheeks "don't you ever talk back to me, you piece of shit half-breed."

I hate them so much. Why does it have to be like this? Why can't they see the side of me that my mother created? Instead, all they see is her death that It Was my fault it's not fair. I feel so angry that I could scream I stay quiet when I take in what they believe I deserve.

She throws me to the ground. "It's time for you to go to school get going now before I give you what you really deserve."

I get up, and I scramble out of the kitchen. I put my things together in the basement to go to school. When I get to the top of the stairs I can see my grandfather looking angry. I continue up the stairs to leave as I brush past him. He pushes me and I fall into the wall.

"Don't you touch me."

"Sorry sir, I will be more careful next time."

I run to the door to get out of there knowing I need to escape before things escalate. I can tell when things are going to get bad. When I finally get out of the house I am so relieved it's a 5-mile walk to school, but I don't mind. It's the only time I get to clear my head. It takes me about an hour to get there, but I don't mind.

I love listening to nature. It's so peaceful. It's like music to my ears, something I can't explain. As the peacefulness gets interpreted by a growl I stop dead in my tracks not sure what I'm hearing. Werewolves are not to be in the area only during the firstborn ceremony which is once a year.

I began to walk faster trying to escape the noise, but it only seems like it's getting closer instead. I try to act like I'm not afraid, but I'm not sure what is about to happen to me, I figure that if I do die that it wouldn't affect anyone. Not like my grandparents would even shed a tear for me. They hate me more than anything in this world.

As I continue to walk the noise begins to fade. I then start to feel somewhat more relaxed. I still feel like someone is watching me. I let out a laugh yeah right no one cares enough about me to watch me. I continue my walk to school just hoping that school will be better than what my morning was. Just happy that I'm at least away from my grandparents. Hoping that when I come home that they forget about me trying to take food. Knowing my grandfather will give me a harsh punishment.

As I see the school I'm happy that I can finally get something to eat. I am starving. As I watch all the other kids walk into school they look so relaxed without a worry in this world I begin to wonder what that must feel like. Knowing I have never been so carefree, and I probably never will be.