FAT - Fabulous and Thick

CH # 01

Chapter 01:

"How can this be?" I heard my mother cry. To anyone but me, it sounded like she was sobbing in gratitude or some shit like that. But I knew better. She was crying, because her chance to have another child was lost.

Okay, let me explain. My mother, she infuriated a very strong witch. She stole my father from said witch. So the witch retaliated by cursing her womb. Only being able to have one child, and when that child should die, she would once again be able to have a child.

I have a messed up family, I know that!

After that incident, my parents grudgingly took me home. They may have looked like they were happy to being me home, but they were anything but.

I sighed as I got back into my room. The whole attic! But it's not as good as it sounds. It's freezing cold in winter, and stifling hot in summer. The don't even have proper ventilation installed!

Anyways, I walked around my room. My bed, a tiny thin foam mattress on a long chest of drawers. Said chest of drawers was wide enough to hold a king size mattress with ease, and still have a little room left over. I had all this lovely old school antique furniture and I had nothing to do, so I started to think. I walked back down stairs, my mind on other things. But I knew what was happening all around me.

I picked up the mail from the outside letter box, and I seen a slip of paper. It was a hand written note. And it said, 'Look where you love to go the most. I left you a present there. Love, Your Secret Admirer.'

I sorted the mail, like usual. Then I left the house, not telling anyone, like usual, they wouldn't care even if I did tell them. I walked to my favourite spot. A place on our private beach. It was half way up the cliff-face, by a massive tree that grew their. The locals, including us werewolves, call it Death's Gateway.

It is said, that only the soulmate to Death himself is allowed to go to and from that place and live. Everyone else, dies. Their are stairs that lead to the place, but everyone, well, those who don't respect Death and not leave an offering of some sort, died. But those who did, they were only given a certain length of time before they felt that feeling of someone watching them but nobody would be their. I sat on the smooth stone ledge that looked kinda like a throne.

I sat there remembering the first time I went up their. My legs folded and my chin resting on my knees. My eyes unfocused as I drifted in thought. My eyes staring into some place I called 'middle space'. Neither here nor there.

** I had tears in my eyes. I ran as fast as my chubby little six year old legs could take me. I ran to the only place that my pack would never look. To Death's Gateway.

When I got to the top, I was puffing like crazy, a sat on this very stone ledge, and curled up as small as my chubby little body would allow. And I sobbed my little heart out.

That is when I felt a presence. I looked up, but nobody was there. That is when I first spoke. "I know I should be bringing you a gift of some sort to appease you, but I didn't have time to get anything. So I want to give you me. I might be only six, but I know a lot of things that I should have learnt when I am older." Then I went on to tell him about what happened to me. All that time, I felt arms around me.

Since then, this has been my place. My favourite place in the whole town, my safe haven.**

I sighed. My eyes focusing back on where I was, and why I came here in the first place. My eyes settled on the dark hole in the wood of the tree, that always grew, even with all the odds stacked against it. It kept on growing.

I got up, walked to the hole, though I didn't have all that far to go really. I reached in, my fingers made contact with a cloth of some sort. I tugged at it. It came out. And I seen a small, expensive looking bag.