Shattered

Chapter 1- Let Me Introduce Myself

To readers,

Okay, I'm using everything I learned from all of the books I read to help me make this. I think it will be good. Please read my other stories too! Enjoy!

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Kattilina POV

All I ever wanted was to feel loved. To feel like I meant something to someone. Too bad I'm the pack punching bag.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Kattilina Kastens. And yes, I'm a werewolf. Unfortunately, instead as being seen as a normal werewolf, a normal member of a pack, I'm seen as a servant.

I can barely take the hits. I'm all bone. And I've come close to death many times.

Since I was 3, my parents abused me. When I cried, they slapped me. But that only made it worse. People just threw me around.

Love was foreign to me. I had never felt anything close to it. The abuse, hatred, and pain was all I felt. I knew I would never find my mate. I even doubted if I had one. I was driven to believe that what everyone else said was true. That I would never be loved. You get the idea drilled into your mind after people say it to you every single day of you life.

Everyday I was in constant pain. It was caused by, well, everything. My body just couldn't take it anymore. Being a slave is horrible.

I knew I didn't have much time left for me. The constant beatings, lack of food and sleep, and horrible depression would kill me sooner or later. Unless I killed myself first.

I could barely heal before I was hit again, even with my wolf healing ability. Although my healing was much longer than a wolves, it was still faster then a humans. Yet I still didn't have enough time to fully heal before they through another punch at me.

Starvation was a constant for me. I'd be lucky to eat one meal a week. If I was caught sneaking something I was beaten. So I barely ate. The sickest part is the fact that people call me fat. I'm far from it. And yet it's been so drilled into my mind I sometimes believe it.

Nightmares lived in my sleep. I either couldn't fall asleep because I was scared to have one, or I would wake up with cold sweat covering my body because of them.

If none of that killed me, the depression would. Being told everyday that your ugly and have no chance of love kind of gets to your head. And everyday I sulked about it. And everyday I died a little inside. It was really only a matter of time before nothing was left.

But that's not the worst of it. It's different when its random people are doing terrible things to you. But imagine your own family, your own pack, your own alpha hurting you. I was a reject. Cast aside since birth. Honestly, it almost made it better for me to kill myself. At least I won't have to know that my own brother did.

But, they are my family, I will always love them, and I will never understand why they hate me, and I hate them for it (my feelings toward my family are very conflicted). How could they do that to me? I was 3 when they started with their cruel games. Now I'm seventeen. That's how long I have been abused. 14 years.

They treat me with no respect whatsoever. They never even told me my birthday. All I know is how to keep the pack budget, which no one follows any way. I get the worst jobs, and I am told do them in the most primitive and difficult way possible. If I mess up, I get beaten even more.

It pains me to know I can't do anything about it.

It hurts even more to know that I would do anything to get out of that hell hole. I was that desperate. But they were right about one thing. I was weak. Far too weak. And if I wasn't, I would be anywhere but here.

Killing myself had definitely crossed my mind. I find myself with a knife to my throat or standing on the edge of a cliff more then a few times. It seems so much easier. But some invisible force stops me. I think that it means that I have a future. I use that thought as one of the only things that keep me going everyday. That cruel hope that I still hold onto, even though I know better. I had no future.But hope told me otherwise. As soon as that was gone nothing would stop me from taking my own life.

As far as revenge goes, it is ever so tempting to kill every single person in my pack. But when you go through the pain that I have, you realize something. Imagine the pain you are in. If you ever loved someone, and they were killed, you would be devastated. It's even worse then dying.

And you would never believe in harsh punishment. Do you really want people to feel what you feel?

No. You wouldn't. No body is that evil and twisted.

But like I said. It doesn't matter anyway. I'll die soon, whether it will be because of myself, my pack, or anything else, I don't know. Whether I like it or not it's happening.

And it's happening soon.

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That's the first chapter. It gets a bit interesting in the next chapter. I am planning on this being a trilogy, but I don't know how fast it's going to go on, so I'll see. Anyway, comment, fan, and vote. Please refer Shattered to your friends.

Bratni out =>