Her Dark Mind

Chapter III

*One week later*

My brother had just shifted, I could feel it, it lasted hours and when it stopped all I could do was pray that he wouldn't come back tonight.

I lay on my bed, curious about my wolf and what it would look like, a futile attempt to get my mind off of Zenix. My eyes become heavy as I try fighting off the darkness that's desperately trying to trap me, eventually the fighting becomes impossible as I slip into an unwanted sleep. 

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I shoot my eyes open and sit up glancing over at my alarm clock, it read 2:00 am. I realise I was sweating and that's when I remember the dream I was having, it was of my mum and when she died. I then hear my door burst open, shaking me from my daze. Turning to see who it was shock falls over my face as I stare into my brothers eyes.

He stares back with a hard glare, his once hazel eyes forgotten and replaced with pitch black voids as he breathes raggedly. I tremble slightly as he makes his way over to me ripping the sheets away, allowing a cool breeze to blanket me. He grabs me by my throat and throws me across the room into the wall, landing with a heavy thud on the floor next to my open door. My head was throbbing and my wrist still hasn't healed properly.

I touch my forehead softly and wince as my fingers brush against the fresh cut that has now replaced the recently healed one from last week. I take my fingers away and look at the slick, bright red blood that coated them. Being blinded by shock I didn't realise when my brother started stalking towards me again.

"Zenix, p-please don't. I'm sorry, whatever I did I'm sor-" I start to plead and beg him to stop, but am cut off.

"Shut the fuck up bitch! I don't want to hear it, you should've died...you should've fucking died that day!" stunned. I'm stunned as I just stare at my brothers feet. I know everyone hates me...but it's a different kind of pain when your own flesh and blood wishes you to have died. There's no point anymore. Nothing is left for me here.

He bent down and grabbed my chin harshly to look at my wound. He then moves his thumb and presses hard into the cut making it bleed more. Finally, letting go with a shove, he stands up and kicks me in the stomach, his eyes still pitch black with hatred and the lust for blood. He picks me up by the collar of my shirt and a hard fist collides with my left cheek.

Darkness consumes me.

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I wake up still by the wall, I go to get up quickly, forgetting about what happened, and am hit with a bolt of pain through my body like electricity. I hiss at my sudden movement and remember what my brother did. I decide to take my time getting up, using the wall and set of drawers next to me as support. I stumble my way to my alarm clock looking at the time, it reads 7:54 am. Realising I am going to be late for school, I try to move quickly to the bathroom. I know I should just stay here but any chance to get out of this house, I take.

I look into the mirror and shudder at my reflection, dried up blood down the side of my face and a bruise on my left cheek. I quickly take a 3-minute shower and leave my hair out again. I hastily apply my foundation and new band-aid, then run to my wardrobe feeling a little better and chuck on black sweats and an oversized khaki hoodie and my black sneakers along with the necklace. I like green and black, ok?

I make my way down the stairs and out the door snatching a banana on the way out and dodging my dad since he was up.

I walk to school as fast as I can, trying to ignore the still lingering pain in my stomach from him. Once I arrive at school I realise no one was in the hall. Taking that as a golden ticket to get my stuff, I walk on calmly down to my locker. After getting my English book, since that's my first period, I walk on down to class getting snickers from people as I enter for being late.