Mortem Falls.

PROLOGUE

The cold chilly air, brushed past my face and sent shivers down my spine as I exited Mortem Falls High hallways, I felt as though something was watching me, you know that feeling like a gaze is just boring threw you? I felt that way for weeks and weeks now, but thought it was just a lonely feeling or something. I looked around but all I saw was a bunch of parents and siblings just as the bell rang for dismissal. Yay! I thought sarcastically. I clutched my penny board tighter in my hand out of pain and anger as I heard voices of happiness and joy.

"Mom!"

"I got 90% on my English paper!"

"What's up bro?"

"Daddy!"

Voices here and there, I looked over to see a girl from my class hugging her mom and smiling showing her, her exam marks, and a dad ruffling his son's hair, while the son batted away his hand, whining 'Dad! They're girls around' as they walked to their car, as the dad chuckled at him.

I threw my penny board on the ground, before hopping on it, and riding away from all this.. This.. Happiness! Gosh, it made me sick. I rode in the direction of the skate park, wanting to be anywhere but here. Actually no. Not anywhere. I'm killing time so I won't have to go home to Mrs. Barkley. Gosh, that woman was pain, she's my foster guardian, if you're wondering, and I freaking hate her! I know hate is a strong word but I do hate her. She doesn't give crap about me! All she cares about is the money she's getting for 'taking care of me', so she could go buy more slutty outfits. I hardly get food to eat in that damn house! Ugh, I hate life sometimes. One part of me thought. Why not end it all? Take a knife, kill yourself? It'll be easier. The pain will fade away. But I'll fade too. Another part of me thought. But I can't, I can't kill myself after all I've been through. I promised Lana, I won't kill myself. I'll get through this. But what's a promise to a dead sister worth anyway?

The place got colder as I reached the skate park. I looked around; the place was pretty much deserted except for a few older boys from school hanging around with their skateboards. I dropped my school bag on the ground close to the ramps. I pulled my worn out hoodie tighter together, to feel warmth as a gush of wind passed. It's probably going to rain. I thought, looking up to the sky. Indeed, the clouds were stormy grey. That means I have to go home to Mrs. Barkley earlier and endure her rants. It was probably only four in the afternoon and my curfew is nine. I started trying tricks on the ramps in the skate park with my penny board, I know penny boards aren't for doing tricks but I still try. I was attempting to jump off on side of the ramp with my skateboard but ended up falling down and hitting my head hard.

"Oww." I groaned, lying in the bottom of the pit of the ramp. Then to my complete horror it started to rain. Great! Just what I needed! I got up, and picked up my penny board, and hopped up from below the ramp, grabbed my school bag, and started, to penny to the nearest grocery store, which was called 27/7. No way in hell, I'm going home to Mrs. Barkley.

Ugh! Why can't my life go back to the way it was! I had a perfect life in eyes back then, which seemed so long ago, but it was probably five months ago. Ugh! Coming home to the smell of mom cooking dinner, she was always painting in the art studio, while she sang along to some old song, and Dad and I watching the NBA together on the couch. My annoying older brother, Lewis and I fighting for the bathroom on mornings. And mostly my sister Lana, Gosh, I missed her the most. She always braided my hair because I hated to comb it, I still hate too, but her dying for me! She died for me! No! I told myself. As I closed my eyes tight to blink back the tears. Do not think about it. Do not think about it. It's the memories.. They bring pain. I penny boarded faster, tears threating to come out. I nearly tripped on an empty can of soda, but halted to a stop. I looked around. I was in the alley at the side of the grocery, where they threw the garbage. I was skateboarding to fast to notice where I was going. I sighed and ran a hand down my face. Then looked up at the sky and just yelled "Why did you have to take them away? Why? Why? I did nothing wrong! I should have been gone to! Why? Why leave me here? In pain?" I screamed and sank to the ground, leaning against a dirty garbage bin. I would have sure been grossed out if I was in any other situation. But the pain was unbearable. I cried, and cried. I cried until all I heard myself saying over and over again. "Do it for Lana, she didn't want you to die. For her. For her."

I heard the faint sound of footsteps coming towards me. I stopped crying and looked up. It was raining heavily; I could barely see the outline of a person making its way towards me.

Crap, crap, crap. I thought. I got up, and backed away from the garbage trying to figure out a way to get away so I could run.

How would I even run fast in this weather? Oh my gosh. What if that person wants to kill me, or rape me? As much as I hated my life right now. I don't want to die! I'm too young! I'm only fifteen for crying out loud! I started to panic, calm down, calm down. I told myself. I could see the faint outline of the person, he was seconds away from me. Okay, what do I do? I started panicking. I saw a metal piece of rod on the floor close, by and picked it up. I could knock him out with this, and make a run for it. I thought.

The footsteps slowed, I looked around the garbage bin, and- slam! I knocked the person in the head with the rod. I started to run. I couldn't see shit. But I ran. How the hell did he reach there so fast by me? His footsteps had slowed before he came towards me.

"And where do you think you're going missy?" a deep voice growled from behind me, I turned around and saw him coming close to me. Dear love of God! I screamed and ducked as he came aiming for me. I picked up some other piece of rod. Huh? I thought looking down at it. That's weird. Why would a grocery have metal rods hanging all around in the back of its alley? Okay focus! The person was coming back to me. They must have been drunk or something, I thought as I lifted the rod and hit him, in the crotch. I saw sure it was a him by then. He growled and came towards me, I started hitting and slashing him with the rod for a minute or so. He seems to be getting hurt because he keeps groaning. I aimed to hit him again, but this time he caught the rod, and twisted it and bended it tossing it aside. "Nice try, little girlie." he growled. I saw fangs! And his eyes freaking glowed blue. I screamed, and kicked him. But he threw me in the ground, and was hovering over me, I started crawling away, my face still to him. That's one thing dad thought me. Always keep looking your enemy in the eye if you're in danger, never break eye contact, so you can know they next move. What if they were a freaking werewolf! Don't ask me how I know it's a werewolf, anyone could guess that! I mean c'mon fangs? Glowing eyes?

"You're mine, now." he growled, and came towards me to bite me, well that's what I thought since he was leaning towards my neck. I watched in horror as his face turned into pain, as the sound of a knife or something drew into his back and out. He's starting to fall! I rolled out of the way, just as his body fell to the ground.

"Aww damnit! That was a waste of a good dagger!" a familiar voice said.

No, no, no. It can't be. I thought. Just as my eyes met his eyes and tousled blond hair, and that warm smile. Lewis, my brother who I thought was dead, was staring at me intensely with those grey eyes, and a proud expression. At that point I blacked out.