The Day I Died

1 The Day I Found Out That He Was My Mate

The Math class wad listening to mister Jonnanfan.
I wanted to write something down, but I couldn't: I was too excasted: I couldn't do anything anymore.

The worst thing was that everyone knew.
The humans knew that I was bullied. Hel, the whole school knew, for god's sake.
The werewolfs didn't just know that I was bullied.
They knew me as the girl who was lower than the Anoria Alphanus Axis (short: Alpha), Beserba Beta brandixus, (Short: Beta). Even the Omega despised me!
I was known as the girl who killed at the age of five. As there was no evidence, no one could actually put me in a cell, but everyone knew.
(A/N I know it starts a little tiny bit cliché but I just needed a start up.....😇 It soon won't be as cliché.)
And they weren't afraid to show it. Even my own brother believed I killed them. And that's why he is his best friend. And beta.
(A/N: OMG I KNOW IT STARTS CLICHÉ!!! I PROMISE! IT WILL GET BETTER (SOON))
Please bell, I will be your best friend, I will even give you candy (I first have to find something to eat for myself, then I will give you candy), please don't ring! I silently thought.

A familiar sound went through my ears and while other people cheered, I groaned.
Jack-Ü-my life.
While all the other students already left the class, I still was packing my bag.
"June." The teacher said after a few minutes. "Is everything alright?"
'Yeah, I guess so..." I said. Damn, even talking hurt!
Before the human could ask me more, I left the classroom as fast as I could.
Everyone, especially the Alpha, despised me because of a accident that happened when I was the age of five. The news described it as a car accident. But it was much more worse. Me and my parents were attacked.
My brother was safe at home, so he never new the truth. No one ever asked me.
People are naïve. They only believe what they assume.
No one asked the five year old, the only surviver of a rouge attack, who killed the beta and his wife.
They just assumed that it was my fault that my parents died.
And they were horrible right in some terrible way.
You see, the rouges wanted me. They wanted to have me, their leader wanted me. But my father didn't wanted to give me away. So they died. I remember it so clearly. You shouldn't remember memory's from when you were five, but I did. But the moment I started screaming, the rouges released me, immediately looking me over with fear, looking for the thing that harmed me.

(A/N again: for all you white wolf lovers out there. Nope. Sorry. Not gonna happen. And btw she isn't special or something the damn just wanted to have his- omg, won't tell you more!)
What were they afraid of? But my little mind didn't care. It wanted to run. And that's what I did. I ran. Luckily the pack house was on the block, so I ran as fast as I could. The alpha, my now bullies father, saw me running towards him. And he knew immediately what was wrong. He was the only one who ever believed me.
Even his mate hated me, for 'killing' her best friend, even if she didn't know the story. She just assumed.
The alpha died a year after the accident because of a werewolfheartattack.

It was weird. I hadn't seen my brother or Taylor today. Usually in lunch time they would take me to the toilets and throw all my food in it, and than my head.
I didn't saw them when I ate my lunch peacefully for he first time in 8 months. But then I remembered. Both were of course partying, because it was Taylor's birthday.
And when I came home I immediately saw it. The moment I stepped inside I saw it everywhere. It made me feel even more sad, cause I had to clean this up later.
There was music coming out of a box and a few people were already dancing. Who included the beta, my brother and the alpha, Taylor.
When Taylor saw me I new I was in trouble. He stalked over to me, and instead of slapping me, he just said one thing, which made everyone stop dancing the dj stop dj'ing and his mother stopped eating. Everyone stared at Taylor, the boy who bullied me since I was six, the boy who hurt me physically so damn much that even sitting hurt, the boy who would kick me in my stomach on daily basis, was the boy who was ment for me. How did I know that?
"Mate."

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Hi guys thanks for reading. There probably are some grammar mistakes. I'm from the Netherlands.....