"Birth by accident. Growth by pain. Faith by Goddess. Death by Alpha."

     It was written on my grave — at least, I wanted it to be. Instead, I got 'Destiny Danny Dust, a woman who was just beginning her life.' I grimace at the words; they really never cared about me.

     A couple of students from my school and classes spoke about me — saying I was in higher classes and how they would miss me. I laughed at the thought; they actually never called me by my name. Instead, they would move over next to me- skipping the greetings- and asking for some help on whatever they needed help on.

     The only thing they would miss was the jump in their grades when I gave them the time of day to help.

     I never even knew why they even threw a funeral, anyways. I didn't have any siblings, and I never meet my parents. Instead of being mates, my parents were two drunken teenagers who took it too far in the bedroom. After I was born, they both went their separate ways, leaving me without anyone to care.

     Most people came then left- having something better to do. Although, a group of six stood by my grave, staring down at the words.

     I knew exactly who they were. I bite my lip to stop myself from yelling and screaming at them.

     Maybe if they left me alone, I wouldn't have someone who actually cared if I died. The six of them caused my life to crash and burn — or at least, what was left of it.

     The group was evenly split between three boys and three girls — all but one being older than I. I was in most of their classes due to me being above average. I spent most of my days reading book or even solving mathematical equations as I grew up; I, honesty, had nothing better to do.

     The youngest was Marla Jeens Ave, the daughter of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. She was the only one that I didn't have any classes in. I didn't even know her personally; I only knew her image and saw her around the school. Yet, she still played a role in my death.

     She had tears lining her eyes, her left hand rubbing her right wrist as she stood over me. She sniffled, but she didn't voice anything in her head.

     Her best friend, who happened to be two years older than her, leaned her head against her shoulder. Nicky Abby Wash stood their in silence, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand.

     After everything she did to me in those hallways at our school, it felt kinda nice seeing her in pain. She couldn't pull my hair, dump her lunch on me, splash water on me when I was walking to school, slam me into lockers, take my homework, make me late to class, steal my clothes after gym, lock me in the janitor closet, or anything else. I was dead, and she couldn't touch me — not anymore.

     Her mate stood next to her, his hand holding hers. Jack Nixon Hoers was his name, and every time I saw him in the hallways, I took off in the other direction — only to run into his twin, Zack Dixon Hoers. Those two always knew how to kick me when I was down or even if I was up. They were alway there, trapping me to the point where I didn't even think of escaping anymore. I just hoped they didn't hurt me too bad.

     The last girl was Amanda Elizabeth Crooker, the girl who had everything. I don't even bother asking why she started to bug me; I don't even know. For a girl who had parents, a family, a perfect life, everything lined up for her, she sure did hate for what I had — which was nothing.

     I lived in the orphanage, alone and without family or friends. She lived in the mansion along with the rest of her family and the Alpha's. People wished to be her, and I did too. Well, until she pants me on the hallway and then Nicky took pictures. That day was the beginning to my end.

     Every since then, they all joined in. I'm sure they still have amazing videos and pictures uploaded to their social media and computers along with well thought out versions of what happened.

     Although, Marla and Amanda were high ranked she-wolves in the pack, the only reason they got away with what they did was because of Marla's older brother, Xavier Carter Turner Ave — name after the Alpha's dead brother and both grandparents. He was the person I feared in the hallways. Even if someone did step in for me, nobody would go and challenge the future Alpha. He didn't join in on the small things the rest of the group did to me- the hair pulling, the pushing. He went to for more embarrassing objectives: the nudes, the chores, the stealing.

     I think I would have been fine, maybe till the end of high school or till they got bored. I would move away, find my mate, get an education, and leave the past behind me.

     When had life ever worked out for me- never, that's when. My hope was smashed within seconds. Xavier Carter Turner Ave not only took nudes of me, made me to his chores, made me steal from his blackmailing, he rejected me after we both knew we were mates, and, in the end, he was the one to kill me.

      They all helped with the cover up. Threw me into the lake, my body bleeding, naked and cold, sinking to the bottom. The only thing telling anybody where I was was the last of my breaths as they came up in bubbles.

     After I died, something finally went my way. I opened my eyes, swam to the top of the surface of the water, only to find that I was still alive- but died because I wasn't alive anymore. It's quiet confusing, actually, but as I roamed, I found out I wasn't the only one. Suddenly, my life after death was better than my life before death.

     I was finally happy, even if my heart was ripped out from before.