What The Alpha King Wants

Falling

There are two sides to every story but in this case, there are three.

Well, This is my side, my side of our story.

The moral of the story is no matter how we try, no matter how much we want it... Some stories just do not have a happy ending.

My name is raven, I'm seventeen and currently in my senior year, to say I'm excited to get the hell out of high school is an understatement, the last couple of years have been hell, not just because my sister died but because when you walk through those hallways feeling like you were the one at fault and everyone despise you and getting bullied was the cherry on top.

My sister died in a car accident.

She was always the social butterfly, she got along with everyone and everyone loved her.

I didn't get out, so she insisted that we go to this party

I hated parties but I gave in.

We were both pretty wasted, she more than I, but she insisted on driving.

We were already past our curfew we didn't want to be more in trouble.

One minute we were laughing, listening to music, and the next we were getting flipped over on side of the road.

I don't know why I didn't put on my seatbelt that night. I ended up flying through the window a little from the car, landing a few feet away.

Stacy was still trapped in her seat.

The black jeep car speed off into the night.

The smell of gas and fumes filled the air.

There was broken glass everywhere. It hurt every time I moved to try to get to her but when I did it was too late.

I will never forget that night. The chill air, the crispy night, the hours I spent in the snow next to the car waiting for help.

I knew my mom blamed me, even though she did not verbally say it you can still tell by the way she looks at me.

while I lived her favorite child died.

Stacey was the light of this family, she was good at everything she did and everyone loved her.

They never caught the other driver, and the police ended up closing the case a year ago.

Nowadays my mother spends her days as far away from me as she can get working and my dad, ended up drinking heavily leaving us.

I sat up in my bed, untangling myself from the thick blankets.

I went into the bathroom.

As I stripped and showered I thought about the torture that was waiting for me at school.

Sometimes I feel like part of me died in that accident with her that night.

I stared into the mirror as I dressed in my black sweatshirt and skinny jeans and converse. 

Nowadays I look more like my sister.

The thick black raven hair that flowed wavy to my waist, and these shiny green eyes that stared back reminded me of grass in the summer, the thick eyebrows, the heart-shaped face, the high cheekbones, the l button nose, the pouty lips, and olive skin. It all reminded everyone of her

My eyes went to the side of my lip where a scar ran to my jaw, I also had one on my wrist from the crash. They never healed and were a scar permanently there to remind me of the worst day of my life.

I throw my hoodie on grab my backpack heading down stairs.

It started as every morning, my mother went off to work and won't be back till midnight.