Scar

Prologue

I awoke to a loud crash coming from downstairs. I noticed it was still night as the sun had yet to rise. As I was about to fall gently back into a dreamless sleep, another, much louder crash was heard from downstairs. Stupidly, and half asleep, I climbed out of my single, groovy chick covered, messy bed in my large bedroom - located at the top of the stairs in my home. As I walked out of the room and downstairs I realised something wasn't right, I could hear a faint crying from a voice that sounded like my mothers.

"P-please, not her. Leave her alone." I heard my father cry. I picked my pace up as I walked towards the front room where I saw a frightening sight before me.

"Mummy? Daddy? What's going on?" I asked stupidly as I stared at my father on his knees with a man in all black holding a knife to his neck and his arms tied behind him and my mother in the same position stood on her tip toes to avoid being cut but the knife. Suddenly an arm grabbed me by the waist and hauled me up in their arms and something cold pressed against my neck. I screamed as they pushed the knife into my neck slightly causing a sharp pain in my neck.

"No! No! Leave her out of this! She's just a child! Please... SHE'S JUST A CHILD!" My father screamed.

"Disown you pack to me, and no more harm with come to your pretty little daughter, or your beautiful wife. Step down Alpha Walsh. Or watch your loved ones die." The man behind my father spoke calmly.

"Baby..." my mother whispered to me, "everything is going to be alright, okay? Just don't struggle, don't speak, stay still as you can." I looked over to see little droplets of blood running down her neck. It wasn't deep enough to killer her, but enough to cause her pain. But, she didn't show she was in pain. She was strong. Not like me, as big, fat, ugly tears streamed down my face like a river.

"Shut it. Or the little one dies." Another man spoke and I cried harder.

"Please, I'll give you what you want! Just put them down and I'll do whatever you say." My father shouted bravely.

The men seemed to contemplate this for a minute before starting to loosen their grip on myself and my mother. It's going to be okay, I thought to myself.

A loud crash echoed through the house as wolves crashed through every window and door blocking every exit and growled at the men in black. At this the men in black jumped in fright dropping myself, but still holding the knife in their hand. I felt a unbearably sharp pain across my cheek as the knife sliced through the skin, blood flying everywhere. I screamed as I hit the floor, laying on my front with my head to the side. I watched as my mothers lifeless body hit the floor with a deafening thud and blood poured out of a very large and deep gash across her neck.
I cried. I couldn't hear the sounds of wolves ripping each other to shreds because all I could focus on was the dead body of my mother staring back at me.

Dark spots covered my vision, slowly dragging me back into the depths of despair. A faint voice started to come clear through the darkness.

"Lizebeth? Elizabeth? Can you hear me? Karen? My love? Oh Goddess no.. please no... NO! NO! NO..!" My father cried out for me and my mother. "Elizabeth...?"

"Dad...?" I couldn't think. I couldn't breath. It was too much. The pain, the sorrow, the loss.
"Stay with me... please... I can't lose both of you... please Lizebeth..."

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"Lizebeth? Lizebeth! It's just a dream. Wake up!" My fathers voice came once again. I opened my eyes and grab a hold of my face where a long thick scar runs down. I looked up at my father. He's crystal-like green eyes matching mine, with unsheathed tears resting in the corners. "It's over. It's okay."
I cried into his chest, like I had every night for the last 10 years since it happened. That night keeps haunting me and my scar reminds me every day what I lost that night.