Being Different (editing)

Chapter 1 | I'm Gone

They were all gone in a matter of moments and I was left laying alone in the middle of a large stretch of beach, alone...only holding a single kitchen knife.

The ocean sent waves in steady motions towards the sand with the moon leaving a trail of silver light across the waves, its trail on the water leading to the horizon where the sun was to break over in the morning. The sand on my feet still felt slightly warm from yesterday's sunshine and it made me dig my feet deeper into the sand a big grin stretched out on my face.

I got up slowly my muscles tingling from the marathon I had just ran, I stumbled towards the waters edge with the small waves just lapping my toes. At first I jumped back at the immediate contact as I never realised how cold the water would be compared to the soft and warm sand but when I set my feet in again it was one of the most relaxing sensations I've ever felt on my tiny toes.

With that said I could feel movement behind me, but when I turned I saw no one there but my fluffy grey tail going ballistic at how happy I was. It made me break out into a huge grin, my tail hasn't wagged this hard in years and I couldn't help but enjoy the sand that keeps getting flicked up in my face.

Geez I sound like a puppy.

I fell to the ground just at the waters edge my legs underneath me, my knees lightly grazing the water my tail flat behind me as I stared out at the mystical water. I was in a trance, it was the prettiest sight I've ever seen, small rocks that appeared in the water made the salty water fall into my face as the waves crashed into them my smile brightened at the sight.

The tears cascaded down my cheeks the once tears of sorrow now are only filled with complete and utter bliss at this feeling I felt. I haven't felt this feeling in years and if I died I wanted to die feeling this.

I felt happiness and peace.

So with that in mind I sat crouched on the beach I raised the knife that was still grasped in my right hand, raising it to my throat and as I held it there I thought of my life. It's cruel, life is cruel and it will always be cruel...

I'm glad I'm doing this.

I pressed the knife closer to my throat expecting pain. I had cut myself before so I knew what it felt like...but, I felt...nothing? There wasn't even any pain their and that made me feel even more happier then before knowing that this is the right thing to do.

"What the hell are you doing?!" A man yelled from behind me and I immediately drew my ears back and tucked my tail closer to me.

Are they trying to find me again? I thought they left!

"Look at me!" The man screamed and I couldn't help but jump at his loud voice which made the knife drop from my hand and imbed itself deep in my leg. I didn't feel much pain, the only thing I felt was a stinging sensation when I looked at it. By now it looks like a red soaked leg...guess I hit a major artery.

I stood up slowly as I watched the blood trickle down my leg, I sighed.

My ears began scanning my surroundings for noise and soon I heard someone stepping closer to me. I was royally pissed, I was meant to die, I was meant to end my suffering and this guy just made it worse by being here.

In my angry state I pulled the knife out of my leg and held it in my right hand. Right now my leg was literally spewing blood from the wound and I knew if I didn't stop the bleeding I would die so I ignored it and turned around.

There in front of me stood a young man maybe late twenties with shaggy brown hair and sweat covering his forehead, so I could tell he had been running. His soft brown eyes looked at me with wonder and concern, his features were soft yet strong and he had an alright build. The wind caught his sent which made me sniff the air, he was werewolf I knew that for free.

"We've gotta get something on that wound, let me help you. I'm from the Blood Moon pack, just drop the knife and let me help you." His voice was sincere as if he truly cared. I know that isn't true my whole entire life I've been taught that no one is as they seem and that no one cares for a creature like me.

I shook my head side to side to show him I wasn't going as I plastered a crazed smirk on my face as I ran forward with the knife at wolf speed.

This must be a sight? A girl in only a nightgown blood dripping down her leg as she attempted to kill herself but now is trying to kill an innocent man.

Life's a bitch isn't it?

I launched myself forward and his eyes grew wide as saucers as he saw what I was doing, I ran to him using my speed. Slashing the knife across his chest trying to land a good hit but he already jumped back doing a flip in the air. He crouched down as he landed his eyes glazing over which means he was mind linking someone. I growled in his direction, he barley even reacted.

I knew all to well that mind linking is bad, my pack would mind link each other when I was at my most...vulnerable...

I'm not doing that again.

So I began running down the beach, dropping my knife as I began to sprint, I tried to use my werewolf speed but from the blood lose, I was too weak.

I ran anyway.

Turning back around I saw the same guy and a couple of wolves looking around and one wolf taking off after me at insane speed which made me recognise him as an Alpha or Beta.

While I was turned to look at them I didn't realise the rock placed perfectly in the ground so you could barley see it, and like the idiot I was I tripped over it, stumbling over the sand till I fell on my side.

My leg I could feel was covered in sand and blood. I began to softly sob as I reached a comfortable position my whole body shaking, I clutched my leg as my adrenaline rush slowly faded and the pain overtook my whole body and the blood lose began affecting me more.

I laid on the warm sand facing the sea as I watched the waves again.

"Grab her!" Someone screamed from down the beach and I adjusted my head so I could see what they were screaming about. I saw the figure of a man sprinting towards me definitely different from the one before and I watched as he ran closer to me.

I let black envlope my senses as I welcomed death, with a soft and dazed smile on my face.