My Beast My Lycan *Wattys2017* [EDITING]

Chapter One

Copyright © Lilliboo_24 2016 South-Africa

Hi so this is the first Chapter. Hope you like it xoxo.

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C h a p t e r  O n e
M y  B e a s t  M y  L y c a n

I've always known I wasn't normal. People never treated me like I was. They treated me like I was a bomb ready to go off. Some treated me like I was a fragile piece of paper, like I could rip with just one touch.

People were always so careful of what they would say around me. Well I guess that's what happens when your whole life is filled with secrets and lies.

My only friend, my shoulder to cry on, was myself, well then there is this voice in my head.

*Snorts at self*

▪Two and A half months ago▪

Mommy no, mommy wake up. Please mommy.

Daddy help her! Daddy! Please don't sleep. Daddy!

"Arra... Arra."

My dad shook me awake. My wet cheeks a reminder of the tears that fell on them moments ago.

"Arra, it's just a dream." My dad whispered to me cradling me in his arms.

Yes a dream, well more like a nightmare. This was our routine mosts nights. I would have that nightmare, dad would wake me up and mom made me a cup of hot chocolate before I would go back to bed. Sad, I know.

I'm a 20 year old female living with my parents because I can't face the dreams. It haunts me, it has haunted me since before I could remember. The dreams were my childhood, my life.

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"R, you are seriously the sleepiest person I've ever met." Gavin said as he opened my windows to welcome the sunlight.

"Gav, leave me alone!" I pulled my blanket over my head.

"Arrabella, it's 12pm, it's time to wake up."

I mumbled a few curse words as I practically forced myself from bed.

"I'm going to take a shower. So out." I told Gavin. Times like these I wonder why I invite him over.

Don't get me wrong. I love my brother, I love him more than words could describe. But I love sleeping more.

Gavin is never home. It wasn't a suprise because that's how It's always been. Ever since we were children he would be gone for long periods of time. He's been living on his own since he was 16. Mostly because he doesn't get along with our father, but also because he's a distant type of person.

Good morning beautiful. The voice in my head spoke as I looked at myself in the mirror.

I know what you're thinking, 'schizophrenic much', I could be. I don't know. I never tell people about the voice, because of the obvious reason. I personally love it. She's like someone living in my mind.

It started the morning I turned 16. I woke with a headache, worse than anything I've ever felt, then I felt a buzz, I felt her. It's been with me ever since.

I undressed myself and turned on the shower. Finally satisfied with the heat I got in and stood under the running water. With the water my tears came flowing. I don't know why I cried, but I did. I cried for a dream I've never understood.