Rosaline is a werewolf unable to transform into a werewolf due to an illness that will take her life. So what happens when she finds out she is the werewolf kings mate? Go with her as she navigates as best as she can through friends,mate, illness, f...
Had I known going to the cafe would have made my life what it is today I never ever would have gone.
Sitting in a booth I was 14 then and had just started my freshman year about a month and a half earlier. My mom Eleanor, my father James, my older brother Michael, and myself had made a tradition of every Friday night we would go the dinner just a few streets over and have dinner together.
We did this mainly because my parents have very big corporate jobs and so we didn't see them a lot. Anyways, that Friday night was one just like any other. But I wish I would had followed my instinct that told me not to let my family go but I didn't. We had just ordered our foods and mom was reading her book and occasionally entering the conversation my dad and brother were having. I was off in my own land dreaming about desserts and school. When I heard it, a gun shot. At first I didn't feel anything and time stopped for a few seconds before everything went into hyper mode. One minute I was day dreaming and the next I was bleeding out on the floor with everyone rushing around me. My mom cradling my head in her hands and my dad calling an ambulance. Then everything just went from gray to black.
3 months later I woke up and was informed that the bullet had just barely missed my heart but had damaged some of the nerves near there. Leaving my with a heart that wouldn't last forever and a barely working left arm.
There was more to it then that about why doctors couldn't find a heart donor but I was to busy. The ringing in my ears from the shock wouldn't let me hear what he was saying. I couldn't believe that I wouldn't make it to twenty.
4 years later and the madness has calmed down. It became almost casual in my house that I would die before twenty. My parents had stayed home for a while doing doctors and taking care of me but 3 months later there were on a trip to London for work.
My brother had become one of the most popular people in my highschool. And I became a zoo animal of sorts for my school. When I had returned to school, they looked at me as though I was a wild grizzly bear that had just gotten out of the zoo. My friends only wanted the talk about the 'feeling' of getting shot. They wanted almost a play by play every time they spoke to me. But after a while my friends stopped talking to me. And I became the freak of the school.
Though it used to bother me a lot it doesn't as much anymore. I still struggle with anxiety and depression from it but it's not as bad now.
I worked a part time job at a library. Mainly because I knew I was a hassle for my parents and cost wise. Plus with my brother always having his friends over it was easier to stay out of the way then it was to go home.
Oh and I am also a werewolf. Well not really I mean I'm suppose to be but since the accident I can never shift. And I don't have enhanced stuff but I can still mind link and talk to my wolf. But besides that life is pretty boring.
"Rosaline dear do you want to close up early? Earl has an appointment today so I wouldn't mind." Stella asked.
"If you would like to then sure I can do that." I answered the older women.
"Great! Why don't you put the books away and I will lock up the money and do the last final touches with the front desk?" I nodded and walked to where all the newly check in' s were and put them away.
After we finished we hugged and went our separate way ensuring everything was taken care of.
Arriving home I took a shower and did my homework before working on a picture I had been drawing.
(I don't not own any pictures used in this story! I got them all from Google images and will post the author if I can find it. AGAIN! I DON'T OWN ANY PICTURES unless I state they are mine!)
It was of a girl with nature.
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Art had always been my best way to communicate what I felt or was going through. Some used music but for me art spoke without words needed and what they spoke couldn't exactly be put into words. But they knew exactly what I was trying to say!
After I finished I went to sleep since I do have to get up early tomorrow for school.
