Chapter 8 (The Past)

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King's POV

I smash the mirror with my fist, breaking it.

Shit!

I wasn't supposed to do that. I try putting the  pieces back on the wide mirror frantically.

I sigh realizing what I'm doing is not helping. I stop cleaning before I get cut by the glass.

I look at myself through the broken mirror,  smirking softly.

The reflection was too accurate. A broken boy with cracks in his soul.

Lost pieces that kept him from being like everyone else, feeling like everyone else. Being loved like everyone else.

I sniffled.

Your not crying are you?

The voice taunting me.

"Go away!" I said screaming back, tears running down my face.

"You tried to kill our mate, your- your a monster!" I continued.

The voice chuckles.
"I'm protecting us, she could hurt us, she could actually kill us, and she's
a threat. Her parents are dead and she seems to think we did it. I'm protecting us."

I felt more tears run down my face. He's right. She might hurt us.

I just wanted her to love me.

The voice snickered.
" I'm the only one who has ever loved you. I'm the only one who cares!"

I sob.

I hear a knock at my door. It's the maid. I feel him take over.

I cuddle with my wolf at the back of my mind. He's the only one who understands me.

....

11 years ago ( Kings Journal )

It's my birthday I think.

I never really see dad anymore and mom is  still asleep.

She's been sleeping for 6 years now.

I miss my mom.

My brothers continue to avoid me like the plague.

My dad said I should look into more careers since I am not able to take his place as Fire Alpha.

Mostly because my brothers are ahead of me and I'm still sick.

I am trying to get better but it's hard.
I don't kill animals anymore or cut them up. I don't lie has much as I used too. I even started learning facial expressions so I know how people feel when I do something to them. I studying how to react to certain situations and people.

I'm trying.

I'm working so hard to be like the another kids but he never thinks it's enough.

And here on my 11th birthday, no family members are in sight. I sitting by myself by our huge family table.

The maid fixes me cereal and saids a quick "happy birthday" before leaving. I smile at her softly.

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