Beggin', beggin' you, put your loving hand out baby - I woke up to the sound of my old radion that's kind off my alarm clock. I looked at the time which shows that its's five a.m now. They would all be awake in an hour. I sat up and tied my greasy, dirty black hair and dragged my feet to the toilet. Slowly, I staggered to stand still with the support of the sink and look into the mirror.
Examining my face; black and blue bruised eye, the fingerprint mark on my cheeks are still red, my body slumped in weakness and hunger. Oh well, nothing a little concealer couldnt do. They are clever to buy me one of those. I had received a beating before I went to bed yesterday for forgetting to carry in Alicia's shopping bags. I studied my face; totally black hair, my bangs falling in my eyes messily, cascading down to above my butt in messy slight waves. My hazel eyes with specks of gold and a very light yellow ring around my pupils. Sparce eyebrows, small nose and full chapped lips. My body has no curves and it's all bones for the lack of food and nutrition. I'm a nobody. I'm not pretty or smart and my wolf haven't even surfaced. I'm just human. I snap out of my usual everyday useless inner turmoil and quickly rinsed my face before going down to prepare breakfast. I cant afford to be late and get another beating, I dont think my body can stand against that.
Slowly, creeping down the wooden steps, I made sure that noone was awake yet before going into the kitchen. Taking the pancake flour, eggs, and some bacon, I quickly make just enough pancakes for each eighteen teenagers in the house. After frying the egg into an omelette and bacon, I set the food up on the massive kitchen table and went back into the kitchen. Pouring five jugs of milk and one small jug of orange juice, specially for Alicia, I finish everything off with the chocolate pudding that I stored in the fridge I made yesterday. Taking a piece of pancake for myself, I hurriedly gobble it up and drank a cup of plain water. After everything is done, I went back up to my room and wait for them to call me.
My bedroom is basically just a space. With a three thin pieces of used bedsheet, rolled up towels as a pillow and a really thin torn material to pass as a blanket. I have no closet or dresser. Three worn, dirty shirts, a baggy jeans two size bigger with a hole on the knees are what I call my clothes, being stacked and folded neatly beside my mattress.
Going into my old rundown bathroom, I look around scanning it. On the right corner sat my old, horribly dirty toilet. It's white colour is already fading to a dull brown with algaes lining the bottom of it. The shower are torn from when I would run up to hide in my bathroom from my pack and they would find me and beat me up there. Even by looking at it brings the gruesome memory back. I'd have to clean up my owm blood, after. The shower head silver material is rusted for not being changed for years. The tiles are even dirty, spots of brown dirt covered and filled most of it. The pack doesn't give me cleaning supplies for my own things. They said I had to earn them myself. But with me being wrong in every way, how am i going to get it? The only clean things in my bathroom are the sink and toothbrush. I step into the shower and started cleaning myself.
While brushing my teeth, I heard my brother Cole yelled for me, "Brianne! Clean up the table, you filthy human!"
Sweet, isnt he? I dont know what I did wrong to hurt him and my sister, Alicia. Not wanting them to wait any longer, I hurriedly put back on my ragged clothes that has not been washed for weeks. My hair still wet and not brushed, I ran down the stairs before they could yell at me again.
"What took you so long? Trying to dress up? Please. You will never pass as pretty at all, sister." Alicia sneered at me, her head held high, looking at me as if I was the dirt on the soles of her shoes. At that, the whole teens from the pack started snickering at me while my sister, Alicia smirked cunningly at me. I bowed my head, biting my lip to stop the tears that were threatening to spill. I and walk past them, not wanting to cause any trouble. As I walk past Mike, a pack member, he purposely put out his legs, making me trip and fall as they laugh again. Holding back the tears that are on the verge to spilling out, I began clearing the table.
Soon, everyone got up and shuffled out the door. Hearing the sound of their vehicles roar to life and fade away, I sighed releasing the pressure inside of me. When all the plates are washed and dried, I took my bag and started to walk to school. They never let me rode with them, no matter how late I was. They claimed that I would 'spoil their reputation'.
Further past the woods, a searing pain suddenly engulfed my whole body making me hard to breathe. I began to shake violently, not understanding the situation. Willing it to go away but instead it amplified and i let out a heart wrenching scream. As I realised that I am actually going through my first shift, I felt confused. I've seen or heard a wolf shift as bad as this. They never said it would be this painful. I felt like a billion knives cutting into my skin. It hurts a lot. Letting out a whimper when i felt my bones popping and cracking, replacing itself into a new set and rearranging themselves. I let out another pain filled scream before I felt myself passing out. And the sad thing about the most beautiful, most waites moment was, I was going through all of it by myself.