Her Dark Mind

Chapter II

"I will leave without you if you don't hurry the fuck up!" I was awoken by my brothers shouts through my bedroom door. The mornings are probably the only time he ever talks to me. It's better than nothing. Actually scratch that, nothing would be much better than having to hear his screeching.

I reluctantly drag my self out of bed and shuffle my way to the bathroom. I decide to take a cold shower as I need to wake myself up. I then brush my teeth and hair, choosing to leave my hair down as it's way too much effort doing it up. My hair is probably my favourite part about myself as I find my face to be unappealing, at least that's what everyone has drilled into my brain.

I have an elven shaped nose with pink plump lips, my jaw is quite refined and my eyes are a soft almond-shape the colour being a boring black, with a gold rim around the iris. No one else has that to my knowledge, I find it pretty.

My hair is long and thick and is a dark chocolate brown with a natural white streak near the front, my mum loved my hair. I'm pretty average body-wise, I do have a nice figure which does have strong potential, but without being able to exercise and train with the pack after the incident I've become a bit too slim. That's why I like to leave my hair long, It's one of the last things I actually appreciate about myself and it covers me up. 

After doing my hair I rub some lotion into my milky white skin, I love the way it makes my skin feel. I mean if I'm going to get beat all the time may as well make myself feel a little better about it. 

I step out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around my body. I walk over to my closet which used to be full of colour and life but now it bares dull tones since I don't want to stand out more than I do. I chuck on a black oversized hoodie to cover my face, and I slide into khaki green, baggy jeans finishing with simple black sneakers and a wolf shaped necklace with an emerald in the center. It belonged to my mother but I've kept it ever since.

Finishing up I remember the foundation I have to put on so no one see's my injuries I get from my father, not that it matters too much I suppose. I take off my old band-aid and apply a fresh one to a new cut on the top of my forehead, the culprit being my father because he came home drunk yesterday and smashed a bottle onto my head smothering me in beer, it was a genuine accident this time though.

I ran downstairs, grabbing an apple on the way out, attempting to catch my brother before he leaves. however, he takes off as soon as I step outside and heads down the road to school, so I begin my long trek to hell. Don't get me wrong I do enjoy school and I'm above average in my classes, high above average, but I just hate being near my pack all day, five days a week, especially since it's an all werewolf school, yeah you get the picture.

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I finally make it to school after 30 minutes of walking and only just beating the bell. As I walk up to the doors of hell I take a deep, shaky breathe, grab onto the door handle, and in I went.

Everyone instantly looks my way and a path is made for me as I walk to my locker, like I'm some sort of walking disease. Hearing the usual snickers and whispers of the people 'don't get too close, you may catch something' or 'what a whore' and 'fucking slut'. I keep my head down and block out all the buzzing insects and when my locker comes into eye site I make a beeline for it.

I quickly put in my code and grab out what I needed for the first period, it being math, and close my locker just as the bell sounds for class.

I enter the classroom with my head down and realise all eyes are on me and that people had grins all across their faces. I'm confused by this but keep moving to my spot in the back. That's when I realised why everyone was laughing, someone had carved more markings into my desk, so original. It's not the worst thing to have happen at least...however, pain still pierced through me when I saw the word "murderer" repeating across it. Echoing through my mind just like that day. Looking up I spot Ace grinning slyly. Of-fucking-course.

That's when I say something I never thought I'd say to him or anyone really since I don't talk to any of them, at least not willingly "What the fuck Ace. Why do you always have to be such a fucking asshole? What's wrong with you?" realising what I said I quickly cover my mouth and sit down, thankfully the teacher walks into class before he could do anything. For the rest of the lesson, he and his lapdogs were shooting daggers my way. Shit.

I have to admit, Ace does look good. Which is the most annoying part because he looks as though he was sculpted by god, the perfect build with his sun-kissed skin. His soft, pink lips and his stern set, deep blue eyes, followed by his dark brown hair which was usually swept back into a small bun.

If only his personality wasn't so shit.

As lessons went on I feared for what would occur at the end of the day since teacher's can't do anything then. Hiding under my hoodie, I kept biting my nails and thinking of the worst. Maybe they would finally end me. Scenarios kept running through my mind as the day went on, the fear kept growing and the death stares got worse.

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The bell finally rang concluding the end of Monday, I quickly run to my locker faster then I have ever ran before. I shove all my school supplies and books inside and slam it shut, sprinting for the exit.

As I leave through the schools large doors I spot Ace and his group, which includes my brother, already outside leaning against their Mustangs. The plastics were there hanging off of the guys arms, typical.  Ace snapped his attention my way, sending me an evil grin promising pain, and stalked towards me. Surprisingly, no one else followed besides from his next walking STD of the week, Veronica. Veronica is friends with Caroline, and Caroline is the, I guess you could say, the "queen bee" of the school. Cliché, I know.

"Hey skank" were the only words I heard from Veronica's whiney voice before Ace punches me right in the stomach knocking the wind out of me. Then he grabs my wrist and snapping it so fast you wouldn't even know what happened even if I did scream in pain, clutching my now broken wrist. As soon as he did it he looked into my eyes with his un-nerving gaze. As I stare back at him I saw pure hatred in his eyes, then a glimpse of what seems to be guilt flashes, but its quickly replaced with confusion.

Shaking his head, he spun on his heels and stormed off with an unreadable expression, Veronica scurrying closely behind like a rodent looking for food. She'll probably find a microscopic piece of meat later if she keeps that up. I stood there for a few minutes in pain and confused about what just happened. Now I have to wait for my wrist to heal, fan-fucking-tastic, this is one of those times where I'm glad to be a werewolf. Faster healing and all.

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