LIFE IN THE DARKNESS
"Who the hell do you think you are?", I heard my sister say before she slammed the plate onto my head. I was much older than her but I dare not lay a finger on her if I wanted to live.
"What the hell happened here? Who broke the new designer plate I just got yesterday?", my mom shot up as she walked into the kitchen. I could see her shocked expression gradually changing into a deadly frown. I moved back pointing at my younger sister Tina.
"Mom, she's lying. She hit the plate on my head just because I refused to do the dishes for her", Tina lied with a sorrowful look on her face. Upon seeing that I knew I was dead. Nothing on earth could save me if my mother ever saw the look in Tina's eyes.
"Mom, don't believe her. She's faking the looks", I stammered seeing how tears flowed out of her eyes. I wasn't done explaining when Tina showed Mom a cut on her forehead. It must have been a broken piece of the ate that cut her up on landing.
I stood in shock, with no other evidence. I was used to being tortured so there were no tears to show for me. I motioned towards Tina who silently blew raspberries on me.
"I know you were useless from the start Kate but trying to kill your sister is the height of it. I don't want to hear a damn word from you", Mom said as she smashed another plate on my head.
"I was telling the truth", I stuttered. My head which had resisted the first hit was now bleeding from the second. That shows the difference in strength between them.
"Clean this up before your father or any other person comes here. I don't want anyone to see a nobody like you here in my glorious kitchen.", Mom declared before leaving me and Tina in the Kitchen together.
"That's what you get for not obeying me. You might be my elder sister by blood but to everyone in this family and ours, you are just an outcast. You shouldn't have even been born. Just hide your wretched soul in one of your antique dolls and maybe you can have a meaningful life", Tina added before she left.
You might all be wondering what a life I'm having and why I don't have the boldness to stand up to them. It's all because of one thing that seemed to be taken as an entire existence.
Ever since I was born I haven't been able to wolf out. Everyone including my younger sister who is four years younger than me had all wolfed out. My parents didn't see any potential in me since I couldn't wolf out so they always shut me in the basement filled with insects who I took as friends by the years.
I understood their resolve since I knew the family's heritage. I was born into the Gold family of the Silver Moon pack. One of the most prestigious families in the Silver Moon pack who helped the Alpha rule the pack. We were usually the first to wolf out and have unique powers which adapted to our situation but I had none.
My elder brother is the Gamma of the pack. Always at the battlefield doing one thing or the other. If he were to be home with me I'd be sitting in the basement till he left. They all hated me and wished I didn't exist, they wanted me dead.
Usually, I would try committing suicide at the end of every coming day but all the poisons I took seemed to be fake. I became a maid in my biological house and a slave to my mates. A useless piece of thrash anyone could stump on.
School was my only escape route to see the sun and remember that the light existed. The basement didn't have any light nor did it have a big window for proper ventilation. I had to survive through a small hole built by the rodents to get in and have their servings.
Even though my parents treated me like trash they were good enough to allow me to further my education. They had enrolled me at the prestigious Wolverine Heights College which was a few meters away from the Packs jurisdiction. The laws of the Pack didn't apply there so it was only necessary to survive by all means.
I sometimes think my parents enrolled me there so I could be killed or harmed brutally but the thought always dies when they ask me how I survived in the school each day. I love it when they ask such questions, it makes me exist.
The siren indicating the end of the class had buzzed and there I was trying to rack my head around the whole equation the math Professor had dropped. He was good at solving the questions but he wasn't the explaining type which made it hard for me to understand the logic.
I stood up from my seat and headed towards the cafeteria. It was lunch break and I needed to fill my stomach after all the equations the man had scattered on the whiteboard with his black marker.
"Where the hell are you going…you piece of thrash?", Nicole asked with a grin on her face. Nicole was the head of the female bullies in the college. She was also one of the strongest werewolves in the school having beaten Jason, the captain of the football team in a spar.
"I am heading to the Cafeteria for lunch. Do you want to join in?", I asked, not wanting to cause any trouble.
"Who gave you the permission to have lunch?", Nicole said, snatching my purse almost immediately.
"Give that back.", I said, snatching it back. She motioned towards me with a death glare, pushing me off my feet and smashing her fist onto my face.
"Now you have done it".