The Midnight Star

Chapter One

Some notes for you:
-The picture for this chapter is Skye.
-This chapter is dedicated to Fabulous_Percabeth because she encouraged me to write this book!
-This is my first chapter book I am writing so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and hopefully it will get better written further into the story.
-You guys are amazing!!!

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Sometimes happiness isn't the key. When you know you are too far along the path of depression and there is no turning back, that is when you realise you need someone to fill the gaping hole in your life of hidden tears and fake smiles. The place that only the most lost make it to. The place of the dead heart and life full of hurt. Whether bullying was your guide there, abuse, loss or just plain old loneliness. There are those people that find themselves in the rolling ocean made of tears, the dark forest grown from worry and the vast dessert with a population of one. No antidepressants will cure this illness, it has already found it's host and nothing will make it budge.

This is my story about my one person that saved me. The one person that didn't know what he was getting himself into when he decided to love me. Not that it was a choice. But I told him I was the broken one, the one he shouldn't try for. That I was the broken one that would consume his life, that would break his heart more than once no matter how hard I tried not to. That if he left when I told him to, before anything became to deep, to far in to let go, he wouldn't need to be hurt.

No matter what I told him or what I did, he wouldn't leave me, not for the world. And thank goodness for that, if he wasn't there for me, I wouldn't be here today, and if he left me when I told him to, you wouldn't have this story to read.

I shall start from the beginning so that you don't miss anything. This is the story of me. Skye, the black werewolf.

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My story started when I was only three.

This was the time that I Turned for the first time. It was in front of my parents and you would think with how I am now that they had disowned me or something, but no. Yes they were shocked and scared at first, they decided that it was only a struggle that they would have to work around. And thank goodness for that otherwise I may not be here now.

They decided they would keep my secret to them selves to keep me safe. Soon they found that I could Turn whenever I wanted. At the time, it was only when I was scared or angry, but they taught me to control it, to recognise the now familiar burn of my muscles when I am going to Turn and to prevent it if I need to. Thanks to them, no one knows about my talent.

I speak about them in past tense because they are no longer here to help me. They have passed on, risen, found peace. In other words, they have died. Both of them, almost at the same time.

I'm not going to talk about them too much because it hurts but I will tell you the basics.

I was 17 at the time, one month until my 18th birthday. A lovely present right? We were driving home from a surprise party for me in the snow with it's frozen roads and dark nights when we skidded and hit a tree. The front of the car wrapped around it's trunk.

My mother, who was driving, was killed almost instantly but my father died a week later in hospital from his injuries.

You are probably wondering what happened to me? Well because of my werewolf blood, my injuries healed almost instantly. And because I was in the back seat, I didn't get it too bad. I hit my head on impact and my father later told me I was out for a couple minutes and he thought he had lost me too.