Il mio amore a volturi LS

Panther

Violets POV

Ugh! I hated school. People that say schools a living hell, were not being dramatic. School fucking sucked. School was a living hell. I get good grades, yeah. But everyone is out to get me. I swear it. Every time I look, everyone's looking at me. And not in the good way either. Everyone but the teachers. And you wanna know why?! All because of my damn eyes!

I wear glasses for a reason you assholes! Ugh! I couldn't wait till I got home. It's not really home. It's not my home. It's no ones home. It's a place where adults drop off their children to rot away while they get their life's back. Not like I care. But around these times I start to miss them, they were the only ones that didn't care that I had different eyes from everyone else. But now they're gone too. They stopped visiting. They abandoned me. What did I do wrong? Was it because of something I did wrong? Did I scare them away? Why do I always scare the people I care about away? It's not fair. Even my mother didn't even want me. And that's saying something. They say that one saying about ugly people, that they have a face only a mother could love. I guess I was even uglier then that, that my mother didn't even love me.

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't let them fall. I didn't want the other kids to see me cry. Gods knows what they'll do. But I knew what they would do. I was already shoved in a locker today. I Don't need to be shoved or hit more today. It's kinda sad how that's normally how my days go. I just wanted to go to my room and shift. And you may ask, shift into what? Well, I found out I can shift into a panther a couple months ago. It's really cool, but I know, makes me more of a freak. I'm such a freak. I can't even be normal for once. I just had to turn into a big ass cat.

I sighed and walked into the orphanage. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few oranges from the fruit bowl. "Violet, la tua casa, benvenuto a casa, Stasera faccio la pizza", Mona, the caregiver said. (Violet, your home, welcome home, I'm making pizza tonight). I just fake smiled at her. "Io non ho fame", I said. I was glad I knew Italian.

I heard the other girls whispering. "lei non ne ha bisogno comunque, culo grasso", Sheila said. I growled under my breath. (She doesn't need it anyways, fatass). I just climbed up the stairs to my room. I hated being here. I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!

I slammed my door closed. I locked it so no one can come in. I growled. I stripped myself of my clothes so I don't rip them when I shift. I have only a couple of clothes. When every piece of clothing was gone. I shifted. It still hurts a little bit. But not as much as it did when I first shifted. I growled a little. I walked around on my hands, wait no, paws. It felt weird still. But I was still getting used to it. I then pounced on my bed. I sniffed my bed. Knowing it would only have my scent on it. But then I noticed one of my dolls. I only got a few dolls from them. Mostly for my birthday. I walked over to one of them and sniffed it. It still had their scent on it. I purred and nuzzled my face against it. I think I can still remember their names. Aro. The tall, long raven haired, built one. Marcus, the lean but a little bit built one, he had long hair as well, but his hair wasn't as long as Aro's.

And then there was Cauis, the one with the shortest hair, blonde, cold red eyes, but softened whenever they looked at me, lean but not scrawny. But they all had something in common, their tallness, their pale skin, and their red eyes. Which didn't scare me, I mean have you seen my eyes, what makes you think I would think differently of them for their eyes, I mean look at my eyes, I have violet eyes. Which no I have ever met had them. I didn't judge them, not like other people would've. Because they were like me. They were different then other people.

Basically they were my family, my friends, my guardian angels. I knew from the beginning. They were there when I was little. The faintest memory of them was when I was five. They would come at night and see me. Hold me as if I was their own. They would gently speak loving words to me in Italian. Place kisses on my head. I would babble about nothing and they would listen. They always did. They were there when I would cry about the kids picking on me. They would hold me as I cried. They told me I was beautiful and my eyes were unique and beautiful. And I believed them. They were there when no one else was. But sometime when I turned ten, they stopped showing themselves. But I always knew they were there. Because of their eyes. They glowed in the dark. And I told them I wouldn't be scared of them If they showed themselves. I mean they were there throughout my entire childhood. Why would I be scared now? It took them a few days to decide. But I was so happy that they chose to show themselves to me. It was going really good for a few months. But I could tell their visits were getting shorter and shorter. Until.........they just stopped showing up. I would wait till the crack of dawn for them. And nothing. They just stopped showing up. I cried the night I realized. I cried harder then I ever had.

It hurt you know. To know they left me for good. My red eyed guardians left me behind.

It hurt to know they abandoned me too.

I whimpered and just laid in my bed. I laid my head on my paws. I knew I wasn't human. I knew that for a fact. And I knew they weren't either. But what am I going to do now? I know I'll never be adopted. I'll rot here until I turn eighteen. And then I get the boot. I'm on the streets homeless. Like a good for nothing street rat.