(3 days lock-in)
(Cont. Of Amelia's Flashback)
Memories of the incident and how Luna died flashed in my mind and I muttered "May her soul rest in peace." I looked at Isabella who was sleeping peacefully.
Gently, I patted her and whispered "Isabella, you are a blessing and a bundle of joy to me. I never had a child of my own but now you're here to let me experience what every other mother experiences.You are my Isabella now."I placed a soft kiss on her forehead and stroked her with deep affection…
End of Flashback
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(Isabella pov)
"So Isabella,your mother truly loved you, that's why she gave you to me. She never wanted your wicked uncle to take your life. Please, don't fall into despair because of this. What you're feeling now is what every werewolf must endure during their first shift. Accept it, because it is who you are.
As for the ring, I'll bring it to you now."
My mom tried to stand up but I shot to my feet, lifting a hand to stop her. With anger burning in my eyes, I cried "You should have never taken me from that woman who claimed to be my real mother knowing I would be trapped in this kind of miserable life! And do you know what hurt more,… you kept the truth from me all this time!" I trusted you, Mother!" I cried running to my room in tears but just before reaching the door handle, I paused, turned back to face my mother and said "And I am not a werewolf!" I thundered slamming the door shut behind her. Her mother sighed and sat down, sadness clouding her face. "Don't worry baby, you'll pull through this," she said, her eyes glistening with tears…
Today marks the third day I've been locking myself in my room ever since the night of my 18th birthday, when the full moon bled red, causing me to transform and the beast within me was set free. I couldn't care less because all I wanted was to starve myself to death. I want nothing more than to disappear, to put an end to this hollow existence! My once sweet life has turned bitter and here I am trapped in the same nightmare!
"No! No!! No!!! I am not your queen you…"I woke up panting and drenched in sweat. I pushed myself out of bed and stumbled to the mirror, glaring at the wreck I've become.My eyes welled up with tears as I stared at myself in the mirror. "Wolf or whatever you are, come out you pathetic monster!!" I called out the stupid wolf in me and dared it to come out and do its worst.
"What did I ever do to deserve this?! I never asked for some ridiculous, cursed supernatural power!" I yelled, my eyes burning with anger which I felt pierced through the mirror and to my utmost surprise, the mirror cracked. I laughed and said, "See what I'm talking about, does this make any sense to you huh?! Answer me! How stupid of you to think you can control my life huh? You pathetic monster!" I yelled at the top of my voice, my eyes reddening with anger.
I walked to the table and picked up the knife I had left there since the day before yesterday. "If I die, you'll die too, and that will be the end of this madness called werewolf.
I lifted the knife high, ready to bring everything to an end until Xander's face flashed through my mind. The promise I had made to him echoed in my chest, the vow to wait for him no matter what. My hand trembled. How would he take it, if he came back only to hear that I had given up,that I had taken my own life?
My mom's knock my adopted mom, as she now claimed jolted me out of my reverie, the knife slipping from my hand. As usual, I refused to open the door.
" Ella, please open,"she pleaded. "For God's sake, today makes it the third day you haven't eaten and I don't even know how you are in there."
Her sobs broke through the silence, stabbing at my chest. Then she whispered, voice cracking, "Even if you don't want to see me, at least eat your food. Please don't die on me. You're all I've got and my life would be nothing without you, she said and at last, I unlocked the door. She stood there holding a tray of food, her face pale, her frame leaner than I remembered. Three days and she had worn herself down. I cursed the beast inside me that had caused all this.
She set the tray down and pulled me into a warm embrace,the one thing I needed most. I clung to her and sobbed.
"Mom," my voice cracked, "you shouldn't have accepted me from that woman," I said still sobbing.
"I'm sorry, my baby,"she wept, stroking my back. "You'll pull through this, I promise," she added.
When she finally pulled away, she wiped her eyes and forced a small smile. Isabella, you need to eat your food now." I hesitated, then nodded. She excused herself, picking the knife from the floor but before leaving she teased gently, "When you're done, go shower please. She sniffed playfully, " you stink." and I threw a pillow at her. She laughed, the sound soft, but healing, and left the room.
I opened the tray slowly hesitating, but when I tasted the food, hunger consumed me. I devoured it like someone starved for years, licking the plate clean.
Afterward, I dragged myself toward the bathroom. I must admit I wasn't smelling the way a human should, I was stinking like a garbage dump and I was still wearing the dress she had slipped onto me after I shifted back to human. She had told me how she noticed my birthday gown on the floor, torn during the transformation, and quickly grabbed a dress from my drawer before running after me into the woods. She said she kept her distance as I hunted and when I finally
collapsed unconscious, she carried me home.