My Own Worst Nightmare [Prologue]

Everyone had a different reaction. Alexandre's, I was expecting. Tyson's, I wasn't and Isaac's, I was.

"WHAT?!" Alexandre had yelled, "How the fuck can you choose him?!" he was yelling, his face going from that smooth marble white composure to a pain-stricken and agonized face, "I can't believe this..." he clenched his jaws together.

"Alexandre... I--"

"She had to. We're soul mates... So, she's mine..." Tyson was smug, just as I was not expecting. He wasn't happy. He was smug. What the hell?

All I saw was Isaac get back into his car and hit the gas as hard as he could. I looked down. Why was this so hard? I really liked Alexandre and I really liked Isaac... But, Tyson and I were meant to be together... weren't we?

The next few minutes were a complete blurr, probably because I blocked it out of my memory, due to the outcome, which I couldn't forget. I watched as Alexandre let go of Tyson's mangled, dead body, and stared at me.

"Now you have no one. I hope you're fucking happy. I loved you, Madelyn," he had scowled before his body disappeared with a shimmer effect.

I knew I'd screamed because everyone came out of their house. I was on my knees, bawling. He was dead. Gone. I'd never get to kiss those lips again. He couldn't be dead... He was mine and I was his. But, now, he was gone. And I was alone...

Alexandre was angry and gone. Tyson was... I struggled through the word dead because I didn't want to believe it. But, when I finally did, I cried even harder. After my decision, Isaac probably hated me. So, this is the end, isn't it? I'm alone. I never imagined I'd be alone for my entire life.

But, after this, I never wanted to find anyone else. I didn't. The three that I loved were gone and I didn't know what to do. So, I sat there, crying my eyes out. I think I went insane because I was crying over a wolf. When people asked me what was wrong, I became morbid.

"They're dead. I should die. Painfully. Kill me, please!" I would yell at night, scaring everyone else in the building. This was my end. I have no more to tell. That is the end of my story, or so I thought...