Battle Scars

Chapter One

Chapter One

Scarlets POV

Life sucks, it's honestly that simple. Right when you think that life is going to be good to you something comes and rips that little piece of hope that you have. It's not fair, why does that always happen? One second life will be great and the next you're sitting on the ground in the middle of nowhere, wondering how you even got here.

Which is exactly what I am doing right now.

I look up from my notebook and take in my surroundings. I'm in a park about three miles away from my house, in the middle of a field that I found as I was walking around. There were flowers everywhere and the grass was tall; almost up to my knees. I sighed and leaned my head against the tree that I was sitting under, thinking deeply about how I got here.

My parents were fighting, which isn't exactly unusual for them. It was something about my dad losing his job again which eventually led to arguing about me and finally, Lucas; my older brother. Whenever they talk about him is about the same time that I leave, because the arguments never end well when it comes to talking about my dead older brother.

Dead. He was dead. I still can't believe that he died, even if I was with him when it happened. Even if it was my fault. I didn't mean to of course; it was an accident, but maybe if I would have just tried a little harder or if I just stopped messing around like he told me to, he wouldn't have lost control of the car.

"Fuck," I sighed as I hit my head against the tree. I couldn't stop thinking about his face. How after the car flipped we were still both conscious, even if we were badly injured. Even though he had a tree branch shoved through his chest he still managed to get me unbuckled and out of the car just in time. Just before the car burst into flames.

Running my fingers over the swollen skin on my wrist I slowly removed the sweatshirt I was wearing. I wasn't lying when I told Rachel I didn't cut, I don't cut. I burn.

I burn to remind myself of what happened; to feel what Lucas must have felt when his clothes caught fire and the flames slowly started to eat away at his skin. I burn myself because that should have been me sitting in that car, not him.

With shaky hands I pulled out the lighter that I had grown to love so much. It was the last thing that I had of my brothers. Our parents never knew about if of course; he was only 16 when he died, but he was an avid smoker whenever he was able to get away from home. I took a pin out of my hair and held it above the lighter as I flicked it on, watching the flame in a trance as it slowly heated up the metal.

once I felt the end that I was holding start to heat up a bit I removed it from the flame and rolled up the leg of my jeans, showing all of the other scars that I had given myself. I pressed the scorching metal to my skin, welcoming the quiet hiss as the pin left a violent mark on my calf. I repeated the process again before the heat disappeared.

I didn't cry. I didn't even flinch. The only thing that I could do was picture the accident; His face, the screaming, the heat from the flames. I opened the lighter again, but instead of raising the pin to the flame again I lowered the lighter to my thigh, letting the fire lick my skin in rhythmic flicks. the heat was intense but I bit my lip to keep from crying out. This is what my brother felt, this is what he had to go through.

after thirty seconds I put the lighter back into my pocket and viewed the damage. There were several thin lines on my calf, already starting to blister. On my thigh there was a burn that was slowly starting to bleed, the skin fully burned off.

I gritted my teeth as I rolled down the leg of my jeans, knowing that the pain would be intense. As the rough material brushed against the sore skin I winced, sucking in a short breath. once the rough material was finally all the way down I leaned back against the tree once more, breathing deeply as the endorphins hit me.

a sudden snap caused me to jump as I turned to where the crisp noise came from, fear slowly pushing away the high I was feeling only moments before. Squinting into the trees that were surrounding me I looked for whatever had made the sound. I was pretty far out into the forest, which meant that seeing people didn't often happen. Another snap came, only much closers; almost as if it was behind me. Slowly, I turned my head to look around the tree I was leaning on.

My eyes widened as I took in the animal that was in front of me. With deep rich brown fur and green eyes that seemed to be extremely intellegant, not to mention beautiful stood a wolf the size of a small horse. I stared at it, amazed at what I was seeing. I didn't even think about the fact that it could kill me in less than a second if it wanted to; I was just utterly amazed by the wild beauty that I was seeing.

The creature started to move forward slowly, almost as if it didn't want to scare me. His head was down and his eyes were on mine, trapping me in the beautiful depths of them. once it was close enough for me to touch it lowered itself to the ground, hesitantly crawling over to me, showing submission. Without even thinking I raised my hand, showing the animal that I wasn't about to hurt it.

"Am I fucking high right now?" I breathed with a quick laugh.

The wolf snorted and rested its head in my lap, his eyes never leaving mine. This was just too weird to be true, I had to be imagining what I was seeing. I ran my hands through its silky fur, unable to fully comprehend what was going on at the moment.

"You're beautiful," I whispered.

He lifted his head up and let his tongue hang out before giving me a huge lick across the face. I gasped at the rough feeling against my cheek  before giggliing slightly.

"You're a friendly one, aren't you?" I mummered as I glanced around to see if there were any more. This wasn't meant to be possible, I had to be dreaming.

Suddenly the wolf started to whine and nudge my leg that I had just burned. I looked down and saw that some blood had started to leak through, leaving a red spot from where I had burned it. I smiled sadly at the animal, "I'm fine."

It whined again as it looked at me, clearly not believing what I just said. It started to nudge the bottom of my jeans, indicating that I should lift them so that it can see the damage that I caused myself. I bent down slowly and carefully rolled them up, knowing that it could see the scars from previous burns and the car accident that took my brothers life.

When I finally rolled them up enough the wild animal crawled even closer to me and whined lowly as it took in my scarred skin.

"It's almost like you're human," I said softly.

Slowly, the wolf started to lick my newest burns; trying to clean them. I winced slightly at the pain it was causing but let him do it anyways. 

"I feel like I should name you, " I said softly as I looked down at him, "What do you want you're name to be?"

He looked up at me as if saying 'I can't talk, don't ask me."

I laughed, "How about Forest, because that's where I met you and thats the color of your eyes?"

It barked at me with a wolfy smile before going back to licking my wounds.

I smiled, "Glad you like it, Forest."

We spent the rest of the day in that field; him licking me, and me talking about random things. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

*A/N: Well, I decided to change this into a werewolf book, I have no idea where it is going to go, but it will work. Sorry that it took so long to update, but I hope you all like it! I'll try to be on more if I can, because I really do love to write and lately I just kinda fell out of it but now I'm back.

Let me know what you thinK! :)

Re'Anna