The Loneliest people are the kindest,
The Saddest people smile the brightest.
The most damaged people are the wisest,
All because they do not wish for anyone else to suffer the way they do.
-Anon
=Prologue=
I sat on the park bench looking at the other side of the road, waiting for my father to cross the road so we could go for our walk. The cars were zooming back and forwards, coming around the corner way over the speed limit.
Then there was a gap in the traffic and I saw him starting across the road, finally 'bout time he got here. I stood up and walked over to the footpath to meet him, he was halfway across the road when I saw a black blur speed around the corner, my eyes darted towards it, it was a black jeep and it was barrelling straight for him.
Oh no, no no no no, "dad look out!" I shouted as loud as I could but he didn't seem to hear me. Everything seemed to happen in slow mode, almost dreamlike, there was squealing of tyres and the smell of burning rubber, but that wasn't the worst of it, it was the sickening thud that the car made when the bonnet connected with dad, I could tell that, that sound was going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
The car finally stopped a few meters away, I looked over at my dad, he was lying on the road a pool of blood forming around his limp body, there were loads of angry purple bruises starting to form all over the visible parts of his body. No, this cannot be real, it can't happen to me or my dad. I ran over to where he laid on the road, there was a large nasty gash running across his forehead and down past his left eye, a lot of blood seemed to be pumping out of it, I quickly took my shirt off and pressed it to his head trying to somewhat slow the bleeding.
I was vaguely aware of people shouting and dashing all around us, suddenly I heard sirens in the distance, seemingly heading towards where I laid with my father but I just ignored the noise, I was to shocked to move, it all seemed to happen so fast.
Suddenly everything went quite, the sirens stopped and so did the people it was then that I felt a pair of hands softy pressing against my back, gently preying my hold from my dad and pulling me gently away and helping me up, they wrapped a blanket around my shoulders that was when I realized that I was crying, there were long wet streaks running uncontrollably down my cheeks and splashing onto the road, I just stood there staring at them, my shoulders were trembling.
The person who owned the hands lead me to the back of an ambulance, I followed without a fight, I was to numb to feel, to numb to think about anything other than the dreadful thud. They sat me down on a bed in the back, I looked out the door and saw lots of strange people surrounding dad. I have to get out there I can't leave him there on his own, I must help my dad. I tried to get up and go out the back, but the hands gently pushed me back down.
I looked up at the person, it was an older lady she looked to be around 40, her short hair was about shoulder length and had light grey streaks running through it.
"I have to go out there and help my dad" I whispered my voice strangely sounded haunted even to me, it certainly didn't sound like me.
The lady looked at me with pity filled eyes "Honey you have to stay here, I called your mother and she is on her way over here right now."
"But...." I managed to whisper.
"It will be okay love, I'll stay here with you. There are good people out there treating your father and making sure he is going to be okay."
"okay, OKAY! How can he freaken be okay?! He was HIT by a CAR" I yelled at her, I seemed to be hysterical, I was totally unable to control myself, all the emotions, hurt, angry, upset, everything came pouring out of me. Then the stupid tears started again, I dipped my head, allowing my long hair to cover my face.
It was about 5 minutes later when mum turned up, her hair was no longer in its usual neat plait running down her back, it seemed to be yanked up into a quick ponytail, she wore no makeup and her eyes were all blood shot, she had been crying I could clearly see it in her face, but when our eyes meet I was shocked by all the emotions they betrayed. She quietly helped me walk over to our car and held the door for me to climb into, then she walked around to the driver's side without saying a word. When she climbed as she let out a shaky breath, and held my hand.
"Its going to alright" was all she said, but it sounded more like she was trying to reassure herself more than she was trying to reassure me.
I looked out the window and saw dad laying on a white bed, the sheets were pulled right up to his shoulders, and his arms laid out over top. The paramedics then loaded my dad into the back of the ambulance. I turned away and gently squeezed mums hand allowing me a little reassurance.
Then the ambulance turned on its sirens and speed towards the hospital, we slowly followed it.
When we got to the lobby of the hospital, we sat down on the hard plastic seats waiting for the doctor.
After waiting a little bit a doctor come out from a room down the corridor.
"Are you the McCoy family?"
"Yes" was my mum's quiet reply.
"please follow me, so we can talk in private"
We followed him, I took hold of my mother's hand for reassurance. When we got into the empty room, he turned around to speak to us.
"I am Dr Ste and I have got bad news about Tony McCoy"
I heard my mum take a sharp breath and she squeezed my hand a little harder.
"I'm afraid that he died in the ambulance, we did everything we could, but his injures were too great, and he lost to much blood, his body and heart just shut down from the strain."
No, no this is a lie, my mind seemed to scream out to me he is lying, he is still alive, he has to be! Me and my mother burst into tears, and we held each other close together.
"I can take you to his room, where you can see him if you wish"
"yes please" croaked mother.
As we followed him down the corridor I shut all my emotions up in a little box, I was hurt, almost beyond repair, I became an empty shell, that no one could fix, except for one person.
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Hey guys I really hope that you liked this introduction to the story but I just want to let you know that this isnt a teen romance story this is a werewolf fantasy story, just thought I would clear that up to others because there has been some confusion :)
And I have added a picture of Alex to this chapter :D I tried making a sideshow on photobucket and adding it in but for some reason it totally hates me and I couldnt get it to work so now I just adding picture of what my characters somewhat look like to each chapter throughout the first chapters of the story so keep an eye out, but I will let ou know when they are in the sides for anyone on a Mobile
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