DENALI

What two things can you never eat for breakfast?

    Hey everyone! My name is Lucifer K. Blackwood. I'm 17 about 5'1 and have white, grey, and black hair. I have pail skin and chubby. I am part werewolf, vampire, dragon and witch. I have a twin sibling - Lasion M. Blackwood. I have a mom and dad, both too busy with work. They spoil my brother like crazy. They spend their time at work or with my brother. I don't really have any friends, like actual friends. It's rude to say but it's true. Anyway enough with the depressing things for now. Let's get started with the story.

    From the day I turned 3 years old I was bullied, then when I went to kindergarten everyone took bullying to whole nother level. Like if you were there you'd be shocked at what a bunch of 5 and 6 years old's could do. Anyway for about three months the kids were bullying me nonstop. When I came home one day with a black eye and a bloody nose my Mom asked what had happened, and I told her everything that happened from the start. When I finished she looked at me then out of nowhere she smacked me. When I say smacked I mean smacked, like hard enough to make me fly across the room. Then proceeded to yell, "YOUR A f*****g EMBARRASSMENT TO THE FAMILY! WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER! YOU STUPID USELESS b***h!" and many more things. I cried and cried, curled into a ball waiting for her to stop yelling, when she finally did she made me swear not to tell anyone about what she did and what she said. Too scared to say no I agreed. 

    That day was the day my first friend awakened, now normally when a girl is born she would have a female friend and a male a male friend, in my case however all my friends were male. My first was my werewolf friend - Jabez. I was scared out of my mind, but not scared enough to risk getting up and possibly getting another beating. Jabez, at first was a big-o meanie but then we grew to care and love each other the way friends would. He would always call me weak, but got angry when other people called me names. One day he asked, 'Why don't you stand up for yourself and fight back K?' Still young and naïve, I answered, 'Not everyone is as mean as the people here J. Besides I'm sure they're all dealing with their own demons as am I.' He responded by huffing and pouting while I giggled. He may look mean but deep down he has a soft spot that, maybe, I will only ever see. 

    A few years later during the seventh grade while I was in the locker room, enduring torture, my friend, a wizard spirit, Drystan awakened. I was freaking out, not because of what the girls were doing, no, because I had another friend but I was also excited because, well, I had another friend. I was excited to tell my brother. I waited all day till we got home, which was when I could see him, when the memories of everyone in that house came back as well as a new warning from both my friends. They both warned me not to tell anyone of how many friends I have they said to let everyone believe I only had one friend. I was scared to walk in, thinking maybe my brother will notice then the thought of him having two friends excited me so, ignoring the warnings, I told him everything. He listened patiently waiting for me to finish, when I was done he stood up and backhanded me. I was frightened, I looked into his face and seen his wicked smile. 

Terrified I asked, "Why? Why would you hit me? After I told you what Mom does to me?" 

"Because she's right, not only are you a worthless piece of s**t you are a freak. Your an embarrassment to this family, to this pack." He walked towards me and kicked my stomach and continued his beating and yelling. I curled into a ball all the memories of my mother doing this the night before came and I screamed. I begged, "Brother please! Please stop!" tears flowing down my face, I felt the familiar trail of blood. Realizing he wasn't going to stop and ignoring my friends pleas for me to let them free I waited patiently. Hoping this would end soon, It wasn't till after I passed out and woke that he stopped. I could tell he only stopped recently because of the fresh blood oozing from my cuts. I got up and walked to my bathroom and tried cleaning up the best I could but the cuts took longer then expected to heal. 

    By the time I was done cleaning the cuts my mother and father both barged into the bathroom. I tried covering myself under the bloodied water but my mother plugged in a toaster and threw it in the bath. Having but a split second to react I didn't make it out of the tub, the feeling of being electrocuted hurt more that anything I've ever experienced. They didn't stop there, no, all of them started beating me reopening the cuts that just healed and yelled calling me anything and everything they could possibly think of. Again I waited patiently, again ignoring the pleas from my friends to let me set them free, watching as my blood spilled all over the white floors. Feeling my conscience slowly slipping away, I prayed to the Moon Goddess that she'd forgive them, that she'd forgive everyone that had abused and bullied me. Making excuses for them, telling her that they have their demons they need saving from. To just ignore their hatred and anger and look for the good in everyone. 

    Life continued this way for a while. At some point I started to believe everyone. I started thinking, 'Maybe they are right. Maybe I should disappear. Maybe I should go to the Goddess.' When thoughts like that came I started imagining what it would be like to be rid of all these problems. Then my friends said the one word that made me stop and rethink, 'Mate'. I stopped in my tracks and asked what a mate was. 'A mate is someone who is willing to love you for eternity. Someone that can help pull you out of this miserable place. Someone willing to take care of you. Someone willing to accept you and your imperfections.' I felt a little hope come to life in me. 

    During my sophomore year, one late night my father came bursting into my room drunk. With my Mother and Brother both gone on their Mother/Son bondage trip. My father was stuck here with me. So on this night, he came in and jumped on top of me. I tried pushing him off when I felt something prick the skin of my neck. Terrified, I tried moving but couldn't I realized I was paralyzed. I looked at him begging with my eyes to let me go, to leave me alone. He left but soon came back shirtless and with a bag. He dug through the bag till he found what he was looking for. Ropes and a gag. "Just in case." After he tied me up he ripped my clothes off and started outlining my body with a silver dagger. After what felt like hours, feeling came back into my body. Slowly but surely the pain of all the cuts and burns he'd made before came rushing to me. Drowning me in the pain, I screamed and begged till I lost my voice. When I thought he was done he positioned my legs on his shoulders and took his bottoms off. With the first thrust my other friends awakened. My vampire friend - Birsha and my dragon friend - Sephtis. I panicked hoping they'd stay silent. I knew it would be tricky to have to subdue all their work of trying to force me to let them free but I managed. 

    When my father was finally satisfied and left I broke free and washed myself in the bathroom. My friends were past the point of anger. They were all enraged. The two newest friends yelled at me asking, 'WHY DIDN'T YOU LET US FREE!?!' I responded by saying, 'If I let you free you would have killed him. If you killed him the pack would have all the more reason to want me dead. We would have to flee. Fleeing means they could put a bounty on my head and I'd probably be dead within a day if I'm lucky. Dying now means you guys wont find your mate. Not finding your mate means I was a terrible friend. That being said it would have been my fault you guys didn't find your mate, and if anything, I at least owe you guys time. Time so that you could find your mate.' *sigh* 'Listen, everyone has their demons, some mentally and some physically. In my case both are what I deal with. It just means I have to try harder to live, even if my way of living disappoints you guys. But for the two newcomers you have my other friends to thank for being able to live in my body. If not for them I would have died years ago.' before they could ask anymore questions I blocked them out and finished cleaning myself. Preparing for next week. When I finally get to meet my mate.