So many thoughts running through her mind, all messed up and confusing to her. Alexis was scared, she admitted it, she was scared of what had happened in the past she couldn't seem to remember. She knew that she was a half-vampire and that her mother had left her behind. All things her father had told her about her childhood. But he couldn't tell her anything about her life in Hogwarts before her fifth year, when she was apparently turned into a werewolf. Her head was hurting bad, with memories that were buried deep inside her mind. They were desperate to be released into her mind and they couldn't. Something inside her didn't want them to be present in her thoughts and it was binding them to her inner consciousness.
A trip to Hogsmeade seemed like the best thing for her right now. After her encounter with Aaron and finding out that he was an old friend she couldn't remember, Alexis was so lost. Everything in her mind and her surroundings were spinning, she couldn't remember anything. It was exasperating and she wanted to know more about her life before she was turned. But it seemed no one had any answers as to what happened before then, Aaron might have been able to tell her something, if she hadn't run away from him once he told her about herself. He knew more about her than she did, and that had frightened her.
She couldn't handle the truth and she wanted to know it. It was like an addiction, even though she didn't know what it was. She knew only a little about her childhood, and now she wanted to know more, but she was afraid that she would hear something she wouldn't like. But it was a risk she had to take in order to be freed of this pain and confusion inside her. Her life has always been messed up from what her father told her about her mother leaving her and Alexis wanted that life to be only a dream. But it would turn into an endless dream she could never forget for as long as she lived.
No one in her family really accepted her now that she was a werewolf. No one except her twin sister, and younger brother. She wasn't even sure if her father really accepted her for what she was. Damitrius had made it very clear that she hated her, and that had hurt Alexis a lot, more than she had led her little sister to believe. Mitri hated her now, the same little sister that used to look up to her, the one that sang with her and was always looking for her for advise. Alexis was keeping her distance from her sister for now, giving her space until she was ready to accept her for what she now was. But that had started three years ago when Mitri was twelve years old, and she still hadn't forgiven Alexis, even though it was something she couldn't have prevented.
Alexis missed her sister. She missed her a lot.