Grievous soul

I guess I should tell you where it all began. It started in a small town called Adak in Alaska, population 361. Each and every person in that population was a werewolf. Now I know what you're thinking; werewolves don't exist. But let me tell you something, they do. I should know, I'm one of them. 

My father is what you might call the 'Alpha' of the pack. He controlled everything to do with the pack and the town they resided in. I never knew my mother, she was killed by a group of rogues while we were walking in the woods one day, when I was 4. My father blamed me, of course, as did the rest of the pack. They never let me forget it either. 

Every day I was beaten and broken, reduced to nothing but an emotionless wreck. My father being Alpha needed a female, his soul mate, to keep the power from going from his head. Obviously without my mother by his side that's exactly what happened. 

He was so distraught over losing my mother that he literally became a monster. He slaughtered almost half of the pack. Men, women, children. It didn't matter who they were. He killed any one who was within 100 meters of him, half of the pack lay wasted around him before he came to his senses. Only, that never fully happened. He still blamed me for it. So instead of taking his anger and pain out on his pack, he took it out on me; a scared 4 year old girl who could barely reach on top of the kitchen counter let alone protect herself from a demented Alpha wolf who wanted revenge. 

He never killed me, the reason his mate lay dead 6 feet under. No, he thought death would be too easy for me, a quick escape. So he made me suffer instead. Death would never find me though, no matter how many times I begged for it, he would never release me from the torment. 

I did find a slither of happiness in my pain though; my brother, Damien. He's not my blood related brother, he was adopted just before my mother died. He was a few years older than me and I couldn't have asked for any one better than him to be my big brother. He was my savior, my protector, but he couldn't save me from everyone. Not our father, my father. 

Damien never knew everything that my father knew about me, and I made sure it stayed that way. My father would obliterate Damien, I just couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let Damien get hurt, I wouldn't be able to handle the pain I would feel and I doubt I could live if I was the reason he was hurt. 

My father never cared much for Damien though, he would just ignore him whenever he wasn't abusing me. So when Damien turned 18 he told my... father that he was leaving. Not that my father cared. I knew Damien hated him with everything he has so it wasn't long before I knew he would be leaving. 

Damien knew all about my mother's death and how everyone blamed me for it, so he wanted to take me with him, but I couldn't go. My father would know if I left, he had this daily routine of beating me and he was never late for it so he would know if I left. I had to go though, Damien threatened to confront him if I didn't go and that would only get himself killed. So I agreed.

We ended up on a small farm in Oklahoma, it turns out Damien had been planning this for a year now and this farm belonged to a friend's family. It was spring when we got there so flowers were just starting to bloom.

I could never shake the thought that Damien should just drop me off on the side of the road. I was damaged, broken, barely able to function. I guessed it was because he never knew the full extent of what my father would do to me on a daily basis, he would always ask but I could never form the words, I would just break down and cry. I just couldn't handle the stress of having to explain it all, what he did to me, the endless torture. 

He would help me when I was wounded though. He would bandage my cuts, sew my wounds, wipe away the tears. Not all wounds heal though, they scarred me, mentally and physically. 

I loved my brother so much for that, he was the only person I could actually rely on and trust with my life. I would have given up a long time ago if I didn't have him to help me along the way. I owed him everything, I kept myself alive for him even though I wanted to die, so, so much. 

Author's Note

If there's any spelling/grammar mistakes then please correct them. I'm still not sure if I want to continue this, I'm not exactly sure where I'm going to take it right now.