My Life and My End

My Beginning

I was on the balcony rails ready to jump when...
I'm getting ahead of myself on telling you guys my story. Let me start at the beginning. It started at the start of school.
I was afraid to go because people would know me as the little scaredy-cat and would bully me throughout the entire day and night. The bullies would grab me and throw me across the block but at that time I didn't know I was a God Wolf. I have been bullied all my life. Sad part is, my own parents didn't even care enough to even call me by my name. Of course, they had to name me to bring me home, but they don't even want me. So, I named myself. What did I name myself? Cristal. Even if you ask me now I still don't know why I chose that name for me. I just liked it, really.
Back to my story. Something you should know first. Most werewolves don't see their wolf for 2-5 years after birth. But me? I started to see my wolf right when I was born. The first second I opened my eyes, I could see my wolf. Word traveled fast and so the kids would bully me because I was smarter than them but I was still in a lower grade than the grade I was supposed to be in. That caused me to be an outcast. I didn't use to be the only outcast, though.
You see, I had two best friends and we grew up together. Not only that, but our parents were friends, also. Our parents are still friends but because of rumors at school, I lost the only people who cared about me. One day we're playing together and the next day, I go to meet them at the willow tree only to find a note that broke my heart.

Dear Cristal,

We can't be friends after hearing all the stuff about you and so we don't want to be your friend anymore. Why would you think we would be friends with you? You're the most stupidest, ugliest and the most unwanted person in the world.

Goodbye,
Stupid Head,
Your ex-best friends

I ran to my room and cried. I took my scissors and started to cut my wrist and cheeks. I did it until I saw blood spilling down my arm and felt it pouring off my face, dripping onto my clothes. My parents called for dinner to my three other siblings. It's like I don't even exist at all. Except to bullies. That's all I exist for honestly, just a target for practice. At the time, I knew I would never find my mate.