Chapter Two
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Eliana
I hurried home in a panic to tackle all the household chores this evening because I have school tomorrow. I haven't been to school since last week. How can I possibly attend school when I have to be both a mother and a father to myself? I thought to myself.
Other kids go to school every day, but my situation is different. How I wish my prince charming could attend the same school as me. I smiled at the thought.
How could the leader of my pack be in the same school as I am? I whispered to myself.
The next morning, I woke up early before my mom came in to wake me up with her bucket of urine. I can't understand how a mother could despise her child so much that she would pour her urine on her every morning to wake her.
I quickly went down to the dreaded stream where no one else goes to fetch water. As usual, I made a silent prayer to the universe for protection and preservation before filling my bucket.
When I returned, my mom was already awake. "Good morning, Mom," I said, but she ignored me. I had to drop off my bucket of water.
I noticed my mom was following me to dispose of the water. I was pulling the bucket away from her when she suddenly started hitting me, calling me names. She fell to the ground, shouting my name, "Eliana... Eliana, you must kill me today just like you killed your father!"
I begged her to stop, but soon all the neighbors came out, accusing me of being an evil child, suggesting that I wanted to kill my mom just like I had killed my dad.
I tried to explain, but no one would listen. They took my mom inside and urged her to calm down.
Why does no one see my pain or want to hear my side of the story? Why am I so unfortunate? Tears streamed down my face, and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.
In my despair, I rushed back to the dreaded stream, thinking that maybe if I died, my mom would finally find peace. I stepped into the water, crying my heart out, pleading with the universe to take my life because the suffering was too much. How could my mom make my life so miserable?
Dad, why did you leave me? Why did you abandon me in this harsh world on the very day I was born? No, no... I can't take it anymore. I am so tired of suffering at my age.
If tears could turn to blood, mine would have, but despite everything, nothing changed. The dark forces didn’t harm me; not even a single strand of hair was lost.
Then I remembered the boy I encountered on my way home. "You need to clean yourself up, Eliana, and go home. You have a future ahead of you. Your current situation doesn’t define who you are," I told myself. Those encouraging words lit a spark of hope within me.
I hurried home, took a quick shower, and rushed to school. As I walked to class, I felt all eyes on me, and whispers filled the air. Before I knew it, Lora stood up, began to sing, and called me names.
Others joined in, chanting, "Eliana the evil child! Eliana the witch!" I was consumed by bitterness and pain, my anger boiling over. I could feel my body transforming; my nails grew long, and my face began to change. I lost control as my skin became hairy and shiny, and my eyes darkened from brown to black.
I felt an overwhelming urge to leap at Lora, indifferent to whether I would harm her or not. As I lunged at her, the students shouted, "Eliana the evil child wants to devour Lora and kill her like she did her father!"
The uproar only fueled my fury, and I started tearing out her clothes until the other students began to beat me, demanding I leave Lora alone.
The blows were relentless, and I eventually collapsed to the ground, exhausted and weak. A voice then said, "Let her be." Instantly, all hands withdrew. I looked up to see Patrick, the alpha’s son, standing there.
Patrick, the most respected boy in school, said, "Hey, get up." He reached out and helped me to my feet. At that moment, I transformed back into my human form. I was stunned to realize I could shift between being a human, wolf and a vampire; I had only ever known myself as human.
That was a thought for another time, I told myself. This was the same guy I had a crush on. How did he know I was in trouble and come to my rescue?
Patrick led me to a corner and took off his shirt to cover me, as my clothes had been torn in the scuffle.
"Be more careful next time," he warned. "If I hadn’t noticed you were in trouble, you could have been beaten to death.”
I’m really sorry, but I was overwhelmed. It was my first time ever trying to fight or confront someone. My classmates always label me as weak and evil, which left me feeling resentful.
“Next time, try not to let your bitterness turn you into something monstrous. That could be dangerous,” he advised. I nodded in agreement, unsure of what was pulling me toward him. Was it love, or something else?
He left quickly, telling me to go to the hospital when I got home. His words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat. I thought to myself, “This must be my soulmate.” I even kissed the spot where he had touched me.
I had never felt this way about anyone before. This was the first time someone had shown me love and care that even my own mother hadn’t provided. I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and fulfillment as soon as he walked away.
News of the incident spread so quickly that my mom had already heard about it by the time I got home.
I was filled with dread about returning home. I had no idea what awaited me, especially since the news had traveled so far. I couldn’t believe how something that happened just this morning had already become common knowledge. All eyes were on me as I approached my house.
But what I encountered that day was the biggest shock of my life…
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