Broken Wolf

Charter one

I never really put much thoughts about how I would die, but why should I?
There are so many ways to take a life away, but dying instead of someone you love? Doesn't sounds as bad as the rest.

I would never think that I would be crazy, but after meeting Harry? I can't see the different of being crazy or normal.

And it all stated at my new school.

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"Violet? We're here!" My best friend Joe, from when we were kids, screams to my sloppy face.
I was so tired, that I just feel numb, but when she said the three words, my eyes stood wide open.
"Finally" I scream in same happy tone as her.
Finally I'm away from home, Finally I'm gone from the bitch I call my mother. And that alcoholic of a father.

Cross and swords; is the name of my new home. The beginning of my whole new life.

People think that I'm crazy? Why? I don't know?
Sometimes I just black out, that was the only thing they ever told me.. And that I was speaking a language they have never heard before..
That my eyes turned white, and snow was starting falling from the sky out of nowhere. 
I just laugh at them, like they where crazy, but it was until my Joe chose to film me.
And she showed me the video of me breaking things without even touching them. 

My parents panicked, took my out of my school, and put me here with my best friend.. I don't know what's wrong with Joe. But sometimes she speaks my language too.

But never as much as me.
But well, here we are.. I looked at my mother, she look like she couldn't wait to get rite of me, just to go out and be a slutty whore like she is.

My father look so sad that it hurts me, but then again I look at my best friend Joe.
She is smiling a million times bigger than I, and I'm happy.
That I'm gonna live my life together with her, and I'm happy that I'm gonna live here and not with my parents.

The school looks like a old creepy castle. But in some weird way it had its charm.
I couldn't put a finger on it, but I like it already... When we drive into the parking-lot, my eyes goes to the people, I'm studying them, how they move, how they sound and how they are.
I can smell every single  goddamn thing, and sometimes I drives my mad.
Like insane.
Flowers use to smell sweet, now it smells like a candy floss getting into you face. But I like it sometimes, and one day I told my best friend and of course, she asked if I was a werewolf.. To many books for her.

I just laughed and said, just to keep her hopes up.. " I don't know, maybe I am?!" And for every full moon she would ask if I needed help to shift.

"Violet! Get out of the car!" My mothers face there's  field with sloppy makeup screams into my face.
"Shut up, and move" if my voice could kill, she would be bleeding on the ground right now.

No comeback came from her mouth, and I smiled in victory.
I leave the car, as the fresh air hits me. I Breath in, here smells really good, I don't know why, but I couldn't get enough of it.
But the sent disappears sometimes, and it makes me wonder what it is there is smelling so good.
"Hey Violet, I think it's this way!" Joe takes my hand, but I look back to see..

Nobody, only my bags and the light form the back of my car..
And with that I get so pissed...and everything turns black.
I could feel the energy from the ground reaching for me, begging me to take it from them, and I did.
I took the energy, and screamed when the power hits me.
The wind is wild and free, the fire burning in my soul is getting wilder, and the ground starts shaking..

Until the sent hits me strong, stronger
than ever before.. I look around see hundreds of people, starring at me.

But only one couple of eyes, I feel, I see.. His sent is hunting me down, draining me from my power, and I couldn't have it! He is not gonna take it away from me!  I am in the air, not touching the ground.

Some words leaving my mouth, and suddenly there's fire in my hand, but the warmth is not there, the burning feeling is not there, I feel nothing.

I through the fireball at the guy with the sweet sent of citrus.. And in that moment I regret it.
I see how he try's to run, but for nothing. I force myself to make the fire go out before it hits him.
He looks at me like his scared, but then it looks like he smells the sent too..

He looks at my eyes, and I stare back.
But not in a creepy way, and with that, I stop everything..
I lay on the ground, all tired and confused about what just happened.

Everyone is telling me to leave the place right away, and some of them looks at me like I'm their new meal.
They walk closer and closer and surrounding me.
"I'm sorry" I whisper trough my tears and let my head down on the ground..as I fell some warm and strong arms grab my waist, and lift me up.

"MINE!" A voice almost barked at the rest, and pull my tired body to an small house.. He had me en bride style, and I lean in to the smell of citrus.. And suddenly his heart beat a lot slower, like he finally relaxed.