And then, she starts laughing hysterically and Zayn joins in. What's so funny? Did I do something or say something?

"Oh, Anita. Please. Are you kidding me? How many werewolf books have you read? Or how many werewolf movies have you seen?"

I close my eyes and wonder when these novels will stop making me look like a fool. I count to ten before reopening my eyes to see them staring at me. I suddenly realize that they've been standing and I  haven't offered them a sit.

I pat the bed beside me and they quickly sit. Now where do I begin.

"Anywhere, you can begin anywhere" Zayn says. Oh boy, please don't tell me I voiced out my thought.

"Yes you did" Zara says giggling. "Just hold on, lemme go get Spotty". I walk to my drawer and pull out my favorite bandanna, it's black with pink heart spots all over it.

"Where's spotty?", Zayn asks looking around. I wave the bandanna in his face, indicating who spotty is.

His mouth forms an 'O' shape. And I plump myself on the bed. Here goes nothing.

"My name is Anita Valerie Reeves, I grew up in this estate with so much hatred or should I say nonchalant attitude surrounding me. My favorite colors are black and pink, I love reading and watching wrestling.

I hate...no, I'm scared of rats, cockroaches and chickens. I hate everybody living in this house, well not everybody. Just Mr Reeves. I just don't like the way they don't give me attention.

I really care for their feelings. I hate coming in contact with people. I've been a loner all my entire life, I've got no bes...no friends, no relationships and I haven't cried since I was 17"

"What the...you mean you've never cried since you were 17 and you're scared of domestic animals?". Zayn says with smiling eyes.

Oh how I want to feel his hair in my hands and to just hold him in my arms...fuck!

What are your thinking of Anita? Get a grip of yourself.

"Anything else?".
I say through gritted teeth.

"Um yeah, why do you hate strangers? what did they do to you besides the fact that you don't know them and how can anyone not love their own family?". Zara hurriedly says.

I look at her menacingly

"You really wanna know why?". I ask in a venomous tone.

She shivers ever so slightly. Had it been I wasn't watching, I wouldn't have noticed. She gulps and nods. Did I suddenly grow horns, why is she intimidated by me?

Judging from looks she should be older than me by two years. So why the...it doesn't matter now does it? I sigh and space out to back in time.

"I did not say I don't love my family. I said I don't love Mr Reeves. I've been ignored ever since I was popped out of my mother's womb. Everyone refuses to speak with me. They all treat me like a piece of furniture. I don't hate my family. Most of the time they ignore me. It wouldn't kill them to acknowledge my existence! The only human I despise with every fiber of my being is Mr Reeves, he's not my dad and he'll never be.

You tell me what sort of dad doesn't provide for his family, the only thing he did in my life was to act as a sperm donor. He never raised a penny to raise me, all the things I have today was bought by my mum or some distant relative or me.

If my mum wasn't so stubborn I'll probably never have been in existence. There are just three reasons why I haven't committed suicide. My mum, Zora and yes, my brothers

My brothers? They can go to hell for all the cakes in the world. Okay I don't really mean that. I really do care for them but aren't siblings meant to be your rock? Aren't they supposed to cover up for you?

My brothers are selfish and I get the fact that they are trying to live their lives and all but what sort of siblings, never try to understand a sister's pain?

They feel I'm a thorn in their flesh. I agree am a little rude...okay, way too harsh on them sometimes but come on, I wouldn't be if they never ignored me. Okay they don't really ignore me but they care about themselves way too much.

I don't even know what happened to Chris and I. We used to be best buddies and now we are not. I just don't get it. Robert has always been the quiet type who is antisocial like me but Chris and Zora are the extroverts. Friendly bunch of humans".

I pause to catch my breath and for effect. I could see Zayn's face morph into pity. Oh gosh I hate being pitied.

"Anita, I..." Zara began but I hold up my hand in the air and continue.

"As for people out there, I also despise them for a different reason, they're so ruthless, no one wants to talk to me, they ignore me, they avoid me like I'm sort of disease. They think I'm some sort of bad luck.

And it's the 21st century for crying out loud, being born of wedlock doesn't matter

Parents tell their kids to stay away from me. For what? All because I was born out of wedlock? I mean, is it my fucking fault, my mum didn't use a damn condom when she was busy fucking? !

Didn't she think of the consequences? Can you imagine that ever since I was born, I've never been invited to a damn party, it's not like I'll go anyway but it wouldn't kill them to just ask.

I've never been taken out either. When they want to go out, they go without considering to ask me! Their lives are all fun without me. All the time, I question God why I was born, what's my purpose here on earth. I don't know love, what the fuck is love?

Does it even exist? There was a time I used to love myself,but that's all gone. Just take a look at me, I'm short, skinny and undoubtedly ugly beyond imagination. The only perfect thing about me is my hair and eyes

Okay I do love myself so much because it's the new self care. I'm used to all these by now and I can't allow myself to be stressed".

I finally stop talking and began to feel the lump again. I massage my chest and try to cry but it only came out as a sniffle.

"Just because of this little thing? That doesn't give you the right to hate mankind. Zayn snorts, my eyes twitch and rage blinds me as I feel my body move on it's own accord.

In a quick flash, I jab him in the chest with my fist. He rolls to the ground and I quickly jump on him and twist his arm backwards. I apply pressure to increase his pain.

He wails and struggles from my grip but I only twist it more. Zara shrieks and begins to beg me. I look at her crying face and I get up from his body. He struggles to get up and as he does so, I slap him hard across the face.

"Little thing you say huh? He considered...considers me as a mistake. He tried to abort me. I've been a loner, I have once in a while  suicidal thought and what sort of normal young adult can't cry, and just so you know, you've been appearing in my dreams since I was a child and just last night you tried to kiss me before Bob woke me up. Now scram".

I hiss through gritted teeth. He hesitates for a while rubbing his sore arm. I almost feel bad for him. Note the key word almost.

"Uh, before we go who's Bob?".

Thank mother earth it was Zara who asked and not the idiotic moron, Zayn. I point to the pink clock on my small table and point back at the door signifying for them to leave. I'm afraid to use my words.

"We are leaving alright, you're so mean plus you didn't have to break my arm".

He still has strength to talk?

I smile sweetly "It's okay, because next time, you won't have a broken arm but you'll have a good night rest when I put you to sleep".

I say as I crack my knuckles and smirk evilly remembering what I had done to a fellow student who provoked me so much.

He widens his eye in fear but was about to say something else before he got pulled out by his sister. I sigh heavily and shake my head.

What have I turned into? I just told total strangers my deepest secret. What if they use it against me? What will I do then? I check the time it's only 5:33pm. Looks like I'll have an early night today. I fall asleep and immediately regret my decision as I behold the gruesome image in my front...