The White Wolf -- (first chapter updated)

Chapter 1 - The Movement

Author's Note: Hey guys, I've finally decided to edit this story because I still see that it gets more and more reads every day (which is really surprising! Thank you!) I originally wrote this when I was younger and not as grammatically correct, so as I go through this it might end up seeming a little different from the original, sorry if this upsets you. I'm going to try and stick with the original storyline as much as possible, but I might have to spread things a bit farther apart to make it more realistic. Please bear with me as it will take time to edit every chapter. Anyways, I hope you can enjoy the new and hopefully improved: The White Wolf!

Skylar -- 

My whole life I've been taught to accept the pain I receive. 

My mental state worsens more by the day and I can't afford the help I need. My father doesn't care enough to give me medications or support- but luckily I have some friends to help in his place. They always tell me I'm beautiful and that 'I can do it', but I can't help but think, What's the point? The jocks and their slutty girlfriends always shower me with their somewhat empty threats, yet I feel terrified every time. I know I'm strange, I know I don't fit in, but I have no option other than to keep living this hellish life until it gets better. 

I hide my face with the oversized tattered hoodies and cover my scars with the baggiest of sweatpants. I can't afford to be beautiful, because these days the only way to be successful is to be from old money. Sometimes it feels as if the whole world hates, or maybe that God chose this for me so that I could suffer instead of somebody else... Somebody more important. However, I'm glad I have my two friends that can care for me, along with my little brother Jason. They're my rock, my world. 

After my mother passed away, which really wasn't a surprise, my dad began to drink a lot. He can go through at least one ten-case of beer per day, which is when the abuse started to get worse. My parents have always been unhappy due to our impoverished lifestyle- which created an unstable lifestyle for them to take out their anger on us, but we had never been hit until my dad started drinking. I can't help but hate myself. At this point, I don't know if things will get better, so I'll cling to my friends like a parasite and hope that one day it'll make things easier.

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It was a normal school-day morning. Wake up at 6 am, run to the corner store, buy food for breakfast, then transfer my dad some money for his beers. As I was cooking some eggs, my dad drunkenly threw a bottle at my head while shouting; "Why ya'... Where the hell is that god-damn money you b**ch! Sally needs a new 'fit, didn' I tell ya' already?!" 

Sally is his new girlfriend, who I'm fairly certain is a drugged prostitute he found earlier that week. I didn't respond to him, but still dropped a twenty dollar bill on the kitchen table. He snatched it immediately then grumbled off into his bedroom, while I noticed the pounding feeling in my head from his bottle. This is gonna bruise... and I slowly cleaned up my mess before heading out the door.

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Walking through the grass field of my school, I felt my socks start to collect water causing me to stare down at my soaking wet shoes. I didn't realize that the grass had been soaked with morning dew, but at this point, I could care less. I just wanted to see my friends and relax before the school day started. I quickened my pace as I saw the courtyard come into view, with both of them sitting together and laughing away. Their names were Sage and Rose. Twins, best friends, and beautiful. When Rose saw me walking along with my hood covering my face, she quickly jogged over to me. 

"Skylar... Please lift your hood." I could hear the anger in her tone. Rose had always been an intimidating woman, and she hated to see me be as weak as I am.