Alpha's touch (serious rewriting/editing)

Alpha Cole

The fire happened last year, leaving my dad, Molly and Sammy dead. My mother wasn’t much better. She slipped into a coma while she was on the way to the hospital, they told me she  might never wake up.

That’s when I changed, I had never felt so much pain in my life when I turned 16. I didn’t know what I was at first until I researched. It turned out I was a were-wolf. I thought I was crazy at first knowing my family wouldn’t of hid this from me and my siblings. But when I read on I knew it was true and that was the worst part was knowing my mother and father had never told me the truth.

I mourned their death for weeks and after that I felt nothing. Just a hollow numbness. I had gotten out of the fire alive, unharmed and it didn’t seem fair for them to suffer. I tried suicide four times: all failed as I was caught by my second attempt which I nearly succeed in. I was then admitted to suicide watch in a young mental institute.

Nothing got through to me. I felt numb like I had no meaning to live anymore.

After 3 months, I slowly got better, not trying to kill myself anymore they put me into foster care until I was found a relative but as soon as I knew who it was I wished they hadn’t.

I grabbed my bag and car keys from the side and headed off to my first day of my new school. I didn’t wait for my aunt Tura to wake up. Living in this house for a week was hell. I didn’t know who she was and every minute I was stuck with her, she gave me a look of disapproval and I knew I was another responsibility she didn’t want to have. My mother told me about her once or twice about how she hadn’t spoken to her sister in almost 7 years, she told me she moved away with her boyfriend, never to been seen again.

I drove my way to school parking in the lot. I was glad I was early, it meant I didn’t have to run into any people too soon.  I chose a car spot right in the middle of the lot. I was always awkward like that, but it didn’t bother me.

I made my way to reception to get my schedule and my lecture on no trouble making. After the fire, I was still in my old school feeling more anger than I had ever. I had snuck into the cleaning shed and grabbed the gasoline with a couple of friends. At the time we thought it was a great idea. I spread the gas across the kitchen and let the match fall to the floor.

Everyone made it out okay, and I took the fall blame hoping they would lock me up but they didn’t. Instead they said that I was hurting and I was getting excluded.

I read my time table and made my way to first period having a lecture took more time than I thought and I was already late to class.

I had English first thing as I dragged my feet across the squeaky floors of the English corridor. The corridor was empty and I welcomed the peace.

I knocked lightly on the door and gave a nervous smile.  The teacher motioned me to come forward.

“You’re the new student?” He asked giving me a welcoming smile.

I smiled back. “Yes, I’m Ashleya Dundee,” He offered me his hand and I lightly shook it.

“Great, now you may introduce yourself to the class,” He said with enthusiasm and I glanced around the class nervously.

I had never felt so many eyes on me and I could feel my cheeks warming up. I wasn’t sure what to say so I smiled at them.

“My names Ashleya, but you can call me Ashley or Leah whatever one you prefer,” They smiled back at me and one face stood out.

A guy sitting in the back of this class room looking straight at me. He was no doubt fit as hell. But when we locked eyes something strange happened. Like the world around me slipped away. His blue green eyes looked deep into mine as I got captivated by his beauty.