To Rise From the Ashes (A Lost Prophecy)

Feelings

{Felicity's POV (unedited)}

I was sitting next to the window as usual, as I watched the sun go down, through the window. It seems so peaceful outside, the sand getting carried away with the soft wind and the colorful clouds that reflected the colors of the sun. The water splashed upon itself, making way to the shore, as I chugged down the bitter taste of alcohol from the bottle in my hands.

I... I find no reason to live anymore. My mate, he's gone. A few weeks back I passed on the title of Luna to the Beta, making him Alpha of the Rogue Empire. Sometimes I wish that it was me standing by my mate, Damon, ruling his, no our pack together, or maybe the Empire together for the rogues.

Ever since the fire, leaving with the death of my uncle and aunt's blood in my hands, when I wasn't the cause of it, becoming rogue, getting trapped by the monstrous pack, Dark Night Pack, them trying to kill us, resulting today's cause.

I wonder at times, if I had never been thrown out by the pack, would I have found my mate? Would I have been treated a slave in the pack that hated Rogues? Would I still have been blamed by the pack I got kidnapped into, for their murders?

What more could a 16 year old have found then?

I took a huge gulp of vodka from the bottle, feeling the bitterness in my mouth, and swallowed it. I used to always wonder, why alcoholics loved this liquid, like for what reason? Now that I think of it, it's to help numb your emotions, the pain, it's like a substitute to mend yourself.

I'm just wasting time, finding no reason to live anymore. My wolf talks to me occasionally but nothing is the same anymore. It isn't the friendly talk we had, it's more often just making sure that we both are alive.

I've tried a lot, many ways to fix this hole that I can feel in my heart, tried dating people, and it even led up to humans. They helped to fill a bit of this emptiness I'm feeling, but when they left, they never knew they took a piece of me while they left.

Alcohol helps. My family, hates my habits that I've taken up from nowhere, but they don't get that it helps me. That's another reason why I love the evenings, its the time I can drink without anyone causing problems for me.

"What if, my previous Alpha had taken our deal seriously and had wanted me there exactly after 2 months?" I thought to myself, worrying as I took another gulp.

"Meh, I'll deal with it then." I told my self, feeling drowsiness take over, as a wave of satisfaction drowned me.

Being a werewolf it was hard to get drunk soon, and its even worse for me, as alcohol never got to me, even if I finished 4 bottles.

I looked around the room, which gave of a annoyingly bright white that always blinded my eyes, furnished with wooden objects in the room.

The one part I hated in this room is the mirror. At times when I'm drunk, I always see Damon at times, trying to talk to me, help me, but he's gone! How am I seeing him then?

I had few empty bottles kept next to me, in which I took a bottle that was full in liquid, and threw it as the mirror which shattered the mirror in pieces.

I shuddered from the sound, but at least I would never see hallucinations of him ever again. He broke my heart and my wolf, one reason I would never want to see him again.

But if ever there comes a time, he's back alive? I don't even think I could hold my self together.

I sighed, laying my head against the window, and watched the sky growing dark.