The One Living and the One Missing (working title)
There is a certain day is each year where I allow myself to let my emotions roam. Not every second Tuesday of the month, no once a year. Even then I hate it. Letting my emotions control me. Trust me, it is dangerous to me and the world. But it is a promise I made ,and therefore a promise I shall keep.
I just don't let go anywhere though. No one can see me. NO ONE. I do not need anyone taking advantage of my one day of extreme weakness. And, it seems today is the day I let go. It is the day I last saw my sister.
I should not have left her. She was bleeding heavily. But she told me, in her alpha tone, to go and gather my friends. I refused. Even now as I circle the oak she was leaning upon, I can smell her blood. Maybe it's my mind ,but it's that same metallic scent.
She then told me a second time. I left this time. I was a beta, and a beta should never disobey their alpha. All but four had died, luckily my best friend had pulled through the battle. So I returned. She was not there. I searched for days trying to find a trail of blood. There was no trail. I screamed for days. She never heard. I never found her.
Years later, I still hate myself. I have come to the old oak tree every year since. Hoping one day she'll be waiting for me here. Now I'm the alpha. And I want to tell her so many things. I'll have to find her first though. I know she is dead, because if she weren't, I would still be a beta. And believe me, I'd give up my status and all my powers just to see her one last time.
As I leave, I turn and face the oak. And I ask the question I'm always asking. "If you love me-", I say through my burning tears "can you let me know?" I walk away before I my powers reach out and sense if anyone is there. Cause I don't want to know.
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A mist watched from afar as the girl left. If you looked closely, you could tell that she was crying and whispering " I love you."
