Safe Haven

Giving up to the past

Chapter 11

Part 2

••••GIVING UP TO THE PAST•••••

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Surprised I slammed the door loudly.

God nothing good ever happens to me. My wolf whose name I still don't know was furious, she wanted me to rip that cake face Barbie's head off. To be honest, I wanted to as well.

Seth shattered my heart right after he helped build it back together. All my dreams and hopes for our future were gone. I wanted the pain to end.

I opened the window and jumped out gracefully landing on the ground perfectly. All I wanted was to escape my life. I took off running blindly.

With every step I took away from Seth the bond between us weakened until nothing remained.

I kept running until I could no longer feel my legs. As I collapsed on the ground memories flashed though my eyes.

•••FLASHBACK•••

••four year old Haven••

I was a happy little baby. I remember dancing and running around under the sunlight shining through the forest leaves.

Smiling happily like everything was good in the world.

My mother danced and smiled along with me while this strange but very handsome man watched us smiling with eyes filled with love.

He had jet black hair, a light caramel skin tone and silver eyes. Everything was perfect.

••10 year old Haven••

My mother came into my room on the morning of my 10th birthday. Softly she sat on my bed.

"Happy birthday baby." My mother whispered softly as she kissed my forehead. She was wearing a black leather jacket over a burgundy top with black jeans and high boots.

As always she looked stunningly beautiful. Her naturally dark red hair hung in loose curls down her shoulders, her vibrant dark blue eyes sparkled against her slightly dark skin tone.

"Don't ever forget that I love you more then anything. Everything I do is for your safety." My mom hugged me tightly and I wrapped my tiny little arms around her slightly confused but to tired to care.

Slowly I drifter back to sleep. If only I knew that was the last time I would see my mom.

•a year later•

It was my 11th birthday and like always I woke up and waited my the window.

Maybe today mommy would be coming back home. I miss her so much.

Loud foot steps echoed though the house as my father walks down the stairs. He came over to me and lifted me off the ground by my collar.

"That bitch is never coming back and it's all your fault.

Your worthless, stupid and naïve. You are nothing but a disappointment. I hate you."

Yelling he slaps me across the face throwing me to the ground.

I stayed there looking up at him tears in my eyes. That was the first time he ever laid hands on me. The amount of hatred in his eyes told me that this would not me the last time.

My emotions were locked away as well as my voice.

••15 year old Heaven••

Looking at the mirror starring disgusted at myself.

My mother left because of me, I am worthless. No mother would want to have a daughter like me.

I don't want to live anymore. I'm done with this.

I pulled out a small silver blade and rested it against my wrist. I took a beep breath as the silver started to burn through the top layer of skin.

I should be feeling something but I don't. Giving up on life always seems so hard for people, they cry and write notes. Although for me it's easy, I feel no regret or sadness. I feel nothing at all. I have nothing to live for.

I looked back at my wrist as it started to bleed. The knife was burning through my skin layer after layer. I couldn't feel the pain.

Slowly I slide the knife down my arm making a deep cut.

Blood started to gush out of my arm making crimson puddles on the floor.

As every drop hit the floor my life flowed out as well.

Slowly my vision started to darken. Finally it will all be over. I closed my eyes letting the darkness consume me.

•hours later•

I woke up on the cold bathroom floor surrounded by blood.

It didn't work. I'm a werewolf I should have known it wouldn't work. I can't ever escape my life.

•••BACK TO THE PRESENT•••

Sitting up against a tree I pulled out the pure silver knife. Ever since I was 15 I have wanted to try to end it all. Just one more time.

I starred at the knife. The blade was slightly curved as the tip was coated with a silver powder that attacks you from the inside out. No ordinary wolf would ever be able to survive it.

Slowly I slide the knife across my arm making sure to cut deep and make the powder go into my blood stream. I watched as the blood drip down my arm just like when I was fifteen.

Large drops of blood feel to the floor as I started to feel drowsy and weak. Darkness was consuming me quickly. I could feel that my wolf had given up too. My body started to go limb as all sensation and control over it was lost. My eyelids started to close slowly.

I have finally done it. I'm about to die.

My eyes closed as I slide from against the tree. Just before my head hit the floor I heard footsteps coming towards me.

But it was way too late. My life was over.

I took my last breath and I couldn't feel anymore free. All the pain and torture I endured will never happen again.

As I let out my breath my heart stopped. Then I was dead.

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