LONELY EYES (A story based on Lycanthrope)

Chapter#1 ' Another Day that I am still alive'

I squint my eyes at the harsh rays of sunlight that were trying to get inside my eyelids and destroy my cornea so I can't see for the rest of my life.

Great now I'm turning into one of those paranoid people who want nothing but to make their lives miserable by thinking about every negative thing possible.

if I'm not wrong I was not like this a long time ago. well, who am I kidding I've always been like this. Always overthinking my life and how miserable I am.

Just thinking about starting my day makes me shudder. How I hate life. How I despise living. I wish I could take a break from life for just one day. For one freakin day, I want to be at peace, be happy.

Before I could further overthink about my condition, the Alarm sitting right beside me on the bedside table starts playing a very 'sad song' as people call it but a song I love on the highest frequency. 'Beautiful Soul' by Jesse McCartney was the song a person like me put as her Alarm ring tone.

Yeah I know who does that, it's soo sad but shut it I never asked for your opinion and if you've any opinions get in line dude.

Groaning at the pathetic day I have to live today I throw away the covers from my body on the ground. I knew that I will be the one picking these up and making the bed I daily destroy before going to the bathroom but what? it's fun destroying the bed and taking all your anger on the soft fluffy pillows thinking of them as people's horrible smiling faces.

No, I'm not a sadist or a psychopath I'm just me, Plain ole Katie or as my friends call me Katherine. 

And let me tell you a secret, I don't have friends so don't you dare call me by my full name. I hate it, despise it. It reminds me of all the horrible memories and all the plans I ever made in my life.

before my thinking can go down that path I get up from the bed and taking a towel from the wardrobe with a broken handle and bashed door I enter the bathroom.

With a toothbrush in my mouth and hairs like as if i have fought with a lion i stare at myself in the mirror. What have i become? I was so different before this.

i was so... hopeful.

shaking my head of the memories which tried to surface again in my mind i spit the minty toothpaste in the sink and rinse my mouth and with a single splash of water on my face, i dry my face with the towel. 

The next step is the shower, That is the only thing which i like doing. The burning hot water on my skin reminds me that i can still bare more pain than I've already been exposed to.

after taking a burning shower that relaxed my muscles i wrap the towel around my breast tightly i go out of the bathroom. my room looked better today.

huh...

i guess today is one of those good days when i don't destroy anything that comes in my way.

picking out a very plain outfit that consisted of black jeans and a dark maroon oversized hoodie i towel dry my hairs and let them be. Before all the drama in my life, i used to actually put some effort into making my self much more presentable than how i looked now.

A horrible person with a horrible past. 

My wolf ' Rosie' has been quiet after the many incidents. She has stopped altogether, she doesn't talk to me, not when I'm sad, crying, depressed. Not even when I'm slightly happy that was today.

see i told you i was happy today.

why?

oh, i forgot to tell you, today I'll be leaving my pack.