Lost Wolf {Book 1 of White Star Series: Boyxboy, Werewolf}

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Wynter

God, I hate my life sometimes. Gotta love when you have parents who aren't even your life for half a year and then they leave you with your 'supposed' biological Aunt. It's also kind of hard to believe since I've never met her before so for all I could know, it could be a new foster home.

Oh, did I forget to mention I'm a foster child? Well, now you know. I guess you do learn something new everyday. My parents... died long ago, back when I was still in France. That night, it was so different; picturesque even. It was dark, but also full of light if that makes any sense. The land and sea was black and dark, allowing not the slightest glimmer of light from anywhere to be seen, let alone the grass beneath your very feet; but the sky was radiant as the moon was as bright as star light, shinning down on the world below...

"Wynter! Dinner's almost done. I made your favorite!"

Guess they failed to mention I don' really eat much, but then again... they wouldn't know this since they're always gone. Coming to think about it, they're really only home for 3 weeks out of the entire year, and that's on a good year when we're not sending troops to other countries I can't even begin to spell.

They don't know me, I don't think they'd care to know me... they never seemed to care before... the only time I see them is on my birthday. Coincidently, that was the day I came out to them three years ago, the day before they had to return to the base to be redeployed, and the thing they said to me was 'That's nice' before continuing to make dinner. They didn't even care to share the slightest emotion of support, hell, denial or hatred would have been better than nothing! But no, they don't care! Nobody cares!

Why- why can't I have someone who does? What have I done to deserve this... torture? Mother said be kind, Father said be good, and this- life, if you can call it that at this point, is what I got in return... why? Why was I saved when everyone else died... why am I so special, to have to go through all this pain?

"Coming." I say loud enough for her to hear from up stairs in the kitchen. From the sounds coming from upstairs, it sounds as if she has company over. As if I wanted to deal with her right now... not anything against her but how can you just expect someone to open up to a complete stranger? It's probably her husband or something... at least she's happy.

Sitting up on the white bed facing the darkening sea, I lean over to the right and turn on the white table lamp that sits on the small, black night table, illuminating the darkening room. You know it's getting late when you can literally look outside and see nothing, literally. As I start to return to my position on the bed, my eyes freeze on a n old picture that hangs on the walls.

'It... it can't be.'

Slowly, I stand up and start walking to the white wall. My legs shake uncontrollably; my head pounds as if someone is stomping around on hard wood floors. The wall seems to get farther away as I try to get closer to it, never getting any closer than the moment before the next.

But soon, I make it after what seems an eternity of fighting the trick of sorrow and hope. Taking the picture from the wall, my throat dries up as tears begin to swell up in my eyes and throat.

'H-how?'

Tears leak from my sore eyes as my body goes limp, and I collapse to the ground, still clutching the photo in my dry hands. Lying on the floor, tears begin to pool on the floor as my hair drape across my face to darken my vision.

'Mom... Dad... Summer, I miss you so much... Why did you all leave me? Why did you leave me to this hell?'

God, I wish I never lived; I wouldn't have to be so miserable... I can't count all the times I dreamed they'd come back to me... one way or another...