Reinvention

Anabella

When I was growing up, my life wasn't that bad. I was as happy as any kid could be when their parents don't really acknowledge them, unless I did something wrong. I wasn't abused, physically, by my parents. I was, however, verbally abused. As I was growing up, I was bullied, if you can even call it that.

I went to school and got bullied, people say some mean things, I get pushed or something of the sort, then go home to no one really caring about me, and being ignored. I tried so hard to gain my parents love and make them proud of me, but it was all in vain.

Nothing I did was good enough, for even a second glance. But I suppose for something to have a second glance, it has to have a first glance. And that is something I have never gotten.

My parents aren't incapable of loving and affection, I just wasn't the one to receive it. My twin/ younger brother got it all. In my 'parents' eyes, he can do no wrong.

I would suppose having a sibling, much less a twin, would at least mean one person cares for me, and watches out for me, but sadly no, it does not. He takes the attention gladly, and doesn't care two fucks about me, or at least he doesn't show it. In fact, his actions say he hates me.

The pack is no different than home. They ignore me, and when they do acknowledge me, they belittle me, degrade me, and just so many hurtful things.

School... school is... difficult to say the least. I'm bullied, by almost the entire half of the student body. The popular made it their personal goal in life to make my life a living... what's worse than hell?... Anyway, whatever that is, they want to make it that.

I have no clue what I did, I seriously doubt I did anything. My brother is among that crowd, much to my dismay. It hurts more when your family only sees you if they are bullying you. I'm honestly just waiting for the day my mate finds me.

I've heard stories about how mates love each other no matter what. They accept you for who you are. They help when need be. At this point, I just want to find him and get away from here. There's no point in staying if we could be happy, and be treated as we should, and how we deserve.

Tomorrow is my sixteenth birthday. The day I can find my mate. To say I'm nervous is an understatement. I feel like I will puke, then get hungry, then throw up again. It feels like a cycle. Although I'm also so excited. Not that I care, but my mate is most likely going to be in one of the higher ranks, since I have beta blood.

I don't care either way, scouts honor, but it is just a fact I have come to learn while watching mates. Because my pack doesn't think girls are 'strong' enough, men take up the high ranks. So, even though I am heir and the oldest, Aiden takes the position. It's total, utterly, sexist, cocksucking, bullshit!

I wake up this morning, in a good mood since today is my birthday, so I have a small smile on my face. I get up to take a shower, and get dressed. I put on a black set of bra and underwear.

I put on some skinny jeans and and oversized hoodie. My hair is black, but it looks like a really dark blue, and it is board straight with just slight wave at the ends. Sometimes I like to think it is blue, so there's something about me that is unique. Actually I look very unusual.

I mean, I'm nowhere near ugly I am actually very lucky in the looks genes, I'm what people would call hot if I wasn't someone who is bullied, I just cover everything I have under baggy clothes, they are more comfy. I told you about my looking like blue hair, well my eyes are a deep violet, like I've never seen that. My parents or anyone in the family doesn't have it, I'm just... different. Actually me and my brother don't look like our parents at all except for the black hair.

I walk through and out the house without a word, because I know my family is not going to wish me a happy birthday, and besides they never wait for me when they leave. I hop on my skateboard and ride to school. I don't have a car, but I saved up for a couple months for this really expensive, and really good skateboard. I have always liked the feeling of the air in my hair, and I have always loved motorcycles, so I'm gonna get one when I'm older.

So, I make it to school in 10 minutes, and walk in, heading over to my locker. I don't smell my mate, yet. While I'm at my locker looking over some papers, my locker suddenly shuts with a loud bang, making me jump. I know who it is by the scent, but before I can even turn around, she is doing it for me.

I see her and her minions, and her 'boyfriend' and his friends behind her. All wearing a smirk. Alexis Hart, queen bee/bitch/slut/hoe... all the above. Her 'boyfriend', Alex Willow, Alpha-to-be slash man-whore slash dick slash player. Just plain awful.

These are my main tormentors, Aiden, my twin, standing right next to him. Before I can even say anything, this amazing scent swifts into my senses. It smells like a rain forest. Wet, flowery, nature... amazing.

"Mate," I say softly.

Many emotions go through his eyes. Adoration, love, confusion, anger, disgust. The last two stick on his face after a couple seconds. His face goes hard, no emotions except anger and disgust. I wince at the look in his eyes, and my heart twists a little. He stomps up to me, gets into my face, and whispers in my ear the words that crush my last bit of hope of having a good life.

"I, Alex Willow, Alpha to be of Blackheart pack, reject you, Anabella Parker, as my mate and Luna. I would never have a ugly, fat, weak bitch whore freak as a mate. The moon goddess definitely screwed me over." He says so coldly.

I don't even know why he said fat, I am not fat at all, I have a slim body, with a small waist and wide hips, I'm very curvy, though I guess he can't see that under my baggy clothes. And my boobs are more than a handful, about a D almost DD cup, and my butt is quite big, but not too big that it looks fake.

And I would not say I'm weak. I am actually very athletic, I work out quite a bit, I know the basics in defense training, and I'm very strong, it is actually very weird. I'm considerably strong for a werewolf, even with beta strength, I'm stronger than an alpha. I have not let anyone know of this, because along with my weird features, I don't need to add this to the mix.

My heart physically feels like it was tore in a million pieces, and crushed. I feel tears start streaming, it hurts so bad. I lean back against the lockers to support my weight. Out of the corner of my eye I see Aiden's resolve, once cool and cold face break slightly, and his eyes wide, but quickly puts it back on with a smirk, as if he is enjoying me going through that. I inhale and exhale trying to calm down. My wolf is howling, and whimpering in my head.

I stand straight up again, and put on a cold and emotionless face as well, but mines worse, because I have something to be cold about, they don't. I have something to hold on to. My dignity. I will not show them weakness, I will be strong.

"I, Anabella Parker, accept your rejection." I stare into his cold eyes, and for a second I think I see hurt, but I doubt it. We have a stare down for a minute or two, before I turn and leave, out of the school, out of town, out of their lives.

As soon as I get out to the woods, I shift. My wolf is very, very big. Like way bigger than full blooded Alphas. Mira, my wolf, is dark black/blue like my hair, I don't know why but I have silver markings on my chest. No one has seen my wolf, I'm not afraid, just cautious for what this might mean, or what people could do, so I keep it a secret.

Okay, maybe just a little bit afraid.

I run, run till I get all the way back to my house. I run up the stairs, and to my room. I quickly grab a bag, and stuff my clothes in it, grab the money I have saved up, which is about five hundred. I have been working different jobs to save up money.

I grab just the necessities. Clothes, money, and food. I can buy all the other needed stuff when I find a place to stay. I contemplate whether I should write a note to my roommates... I mean family. After a while I decide to, so I get out a piece of notebook paper and pen and begin writing my letter.

Dear,

Mom, Dad, Aiden

You know, all I have ever wanted was to make y'all proud of me. To love me. But that never happened, no matter what I did. So I'm done. I'm tired of being treated like trash, for no reason known to me at all. I'm tired of it all. The only thing I had hope for was my mate. I figured out of everyone, he would love me. But no such luck. He rejected me today.

I'm writing this to you, so you know that after this I'm not coming back. I don't love you, I don't like you. You will never see me again. You got your wish. I was never apart of your family, I was never treated as such, so I'm leaving.

If you really think about it, I'm a reject. My parents rejected me, my twin rejected me, my pack rejected me... my mate rejected me. So I don't really know what I'm living for anymore. But I refuse to live a life with people who couldn't care less if I was dead or alive.

I wish you happiness, where ever you may find it. But just know, Karmas a Bitch.

-Anabella Parker

With that, I leave it on the counter, and walk out of my childhood home. Never to come back, because I meant what I said. I refuse to live with people like this. I'm gonna get stronger, and I'm going to be happy, and successful.

Once I make it passed the pack territory, I say the words needed to set me free from all this. “I, Anabella Parker, reject and leave, Blackheart Pack.” I whisper. But no one needs to hear it for it to work. A second after I say this, I feel my pack link break, everyone in my head leaves. The only link I still have is Aiden, from our twin link. But I cut the connection, and as far as I know, he already did that a long time ago, and I won’t be turning it back on in a long time, if ever. I head to the only people who have been kind to me.

I have been running for about 4 hours. I have no clue where I am, I just have a feeling this is the right way.

“We need to hunt,”

A sudden voice pops up in my head, not Mira, I know that for sure. This one is more deep, cold. I stop abruptly, to startled. “Who are you?” I ask ignoring the hunting part, for now, although I’m surprisingly not scared. I know, creepy voice in my head who is not my wolf, and I’m not scared. But it’s like I can feel that she is not going to harm me.