Prologue

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Hey guys and welcome to my book 'Nothing' I'm currently re-editing due to some plot holes that are ahead and maybe also because of some umm hurtful comments.
I wrote this when I was fourteen so if some parts don't make sense then sue me. Also another thing is that this book isn't like other books where girl meets boy, so if you aren't ready for an emotional rollercoaster then feel free to just stop.

I also look forward to your comments and criticism but I will not tolerate verbal abuse .

Anyways don't forget to vote and comment.

I'm tired. I'm tired of the pain. I'm tired of the hurt. I'm tired of trying. I'm tired

Scared, alone, scarred, unloved, hurt, unprotected. I'm nothing. That's the same mantra I kept on chanting ever since I got to know the meaning of each.

My blood had finally stopped flowing as I showered at least that was a relief. It was around seven meaning that I would definitely be late for school.

I took one step at a time ignoring the stinging pain on my back. Greg had clearly gone rough on me yesterday night.

By now I'm sure you've noticed that I'm not normal. I'm not your average teenage girl. I'm just a girl with a shitty and messed up life. I'm just a girl who means nothing. I''ll never become normal .

My life was once perfect. I had a mum and a dad that loved me but everything came crushing down when my dad died when I was seven.

A year later my mom remarried. Greg. He seemed to be the perfect and ideal dad. Deceit. My mom died another year later during delivery together with my unborn sibling. From that day onward Greg began to change. He became colder and scary.

Six months later he sold the house and we moved. As we approached the airport he drugged me and that was the very last day I lived normally. I woke up n a strange room. When I looked through the window all I saw was trees. A minute later Greg appeared right across it and the look he gave me was predatory. He let out a sinister chuckle before stripping. I was eight for heaven's sake and I had to witness a naked man but what happened next scarred me to date. He morphed into a black wolf that was enormous . Everything I knew was a lie

That was the day I knew the existence of wolves. I later came to find out that everyone around me were wolves.

Greg enrollled me to a school there and being the only human made me vulnerable . When Greg noticed this he began hitting me ,denying me meals all in the name of making me stronger. As I grew up,he began cutting me with his sharpest daggers and locking me outside during blizzards. He did it so I could supposedly not feel pain. He supposedly did it so that I could become numb to the harshness of the world. He did all this so I could not feel. He wanted me to be stronger ,faster ,harsher . He wanted me to be like him

At some point I thought that he was doing all this to help me but as I grew up, I realized the butter truth about it all. I was being abused and sadly I couldn't even tell anyone because nobody would believe me in the first place

''Get down here now!''

That was my cue to leave the safety of my room and onto the war zone. I decided to wear my long sleeved blouse in order to cover up my wounds.

As I got to the kitchen it was unusually quiet and even the tea was made. Something didn't feel right. As I took my first sip ,I noticed Greg coming into the kitchen and he seemed happy.

None of us spoke.

He must have poisoned the tea.

I pushed away the cup and wiped the content off my lips. Greg drew nearer. I shut my eyes waiting for the pain but I felt nothing. I opened my eyes only to find him smiling.

'' Happy birthday Natalia.''

Shit. I was turning eighteen meaning he no longer had custody over me . I was no longer his responsibility. He could do anything he wanted to me and nobody would care. He pulled me impossibly close to him crushing my small frame.

''Its finally time ''he whispered

Crying was never an option. I needed someone to save me before it was too late.

Unknown's POV

"How long do I have to wait"

"Its a matter of hours"

"Good work"


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