Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Three

My lung take in air and release it, my heart beats and pushes blood through my veins. I live. However, my smiles are for the sake of others as are my laughs. When I'm alone, I feel so hollow. I take another sip from my flask. It feels so light and I have another thirty minutes until I can leave.

I groan running my hands through my hair, only for it to get caught in my nappy curls.

I should get a relaxer soon. Natural hair is much too stressful.

'Life's a joy isn't it?'

Athena please. I lower head to the desk and rest it on my arm, careful to not get makeup on my black button up. My head hurts so badly.

'We could've been with our mate now.'

Athena we do not need to drag him down too.

'He will help ease our pain.'

I roll my eyes and pour half of liquor of the flask into my coffee and stir it slowly.

I swallow my thoughts and block Athena from speaking to me then pick myself up from my desk and smooth out my skirt. Break is over. I grab my worn copy of the Outsiders, I insisted the children read it over Romeo and Juliet as it is much easier to read and one of my favorite books. I smooth my skirt again and fix my makeup.

I plaster a welcoming smile onto my face as the children enter the class. Then curtains are up.

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Zayn's Point Of View

"Dammit, Waliyha why can't you behave?!" Doniya yells at our sixteen year old sister as we wait in the lobby of her high school for her teacher.

"Aye don't yell at me. I just corrected the bitch cuz she was wrong. She said I was an "insolent brat" because I disagreed with her take on how the Lycan Wars of 1906 started. I calmly explained to her that she was the "insolent brat" because she got all pissy when I was trying to explain."

"Waliyha, what are we going to do with you." Running my fingers through my quiffed hair. I slide back into the plastic blue seat, slumping slightly.

"Well you could buy me that red BMW I wanted and you could stop being bitchy when I go on dates."

"You can't even drive," I pinch the bridge of my noes. As soon as Doniya and I were old enough we filed for custody of our two younger sisters, Waliyha and Safaa. Safaa being the youngest is a sweetheart, that is until you make a deal with her. As for Waliyha: 16 going on 17, trouble-making brat, sassy and fierce. She walks through a crowd as if everyone is bowing to her and there is tiara dripping with diamonds and gold on her head. "You've failed your driving test three times."

"Still..."

"And as for the dating, we are just worried about you like any other parents-not-so-parents." Doniya finishes up.

"Waliyha Malik?" An older woman with grey hair calls out.

"Right here, ma'am." Doniya replies before grabbing Waliyha's arm and pulls her along. The older woman ushers my sisters into a classroom. Just before Doniya tugs me into the room, I see the curl of her ravened hair and catch the slightest whiff of the sweet perfume of her skin. A whisper deep inside me tells me, that girl is my mate.

'Go to her.' My wolf demands.

And I am in no mood to say no.

"Waliyha, Doniya: something with the pack just came up. I'll be home later." Possibly with your new Luna, I say to myself.