Love Hurts, Hate Kills – Twilight.
Chapter 1: Pain is hard, the flashback.
I woke up to a bright, sunny morning. That made a change, it was hardly ever sunny in Forks anymore. It seemed that the weather represented my mood that way. The sun always used to make me happy. Apart from… I wasn't going to think about him. That last time I saw him flashed again in my mind.
Pain took over as I fell to the floor, the flashback coming agonisingly easily.
"Do you mind if I come over today?" he asked before we got to the truck, beating me to the punch.
"Of course not."
"Now?" he asked again, opening my door for me.
"Sure," I kept my voice even, though I didn't like the urgency in his tone. "I was just going to drop a letter for Renée in the mailbox on the way. I'll meet you there."
He looked at the fat envelope on the passenger seat. Suddenly, he reached over me and snagged it.
"I'll do it," he said quietly. "And I'll still beat you there."
He smiled my favourite crooked smile, but it was wrong. It didn't reach his eyes.
"Okay," I agreed, unable to smile back. He shut the door, and headed toward his car.
I couldn't take the pain that twisted inside me as the images continued flashing through my mind. The agony continued...
He did beat me home. He was parked in Charlie's spot when I pulled up in front of the house. That was a bad sign. He didn't mean to stay, then. I shook my head and took a deep breath, trying to locate some courage.
He got out of his car when I stepped out of the truck, and came to meet me. He reached to take my book bag from me. That was normal. But he shved it back onto the seat. That was not normal.
I hadn't touched that bag since. I hadn't touched anything that reminded me of him.
Even my truck haunts me.
There's blood all over the seats of the truck where I clawed out the stereo that smelled of their house. The blood was a painful enough reminder without the remains of the stereo, the main cause of the whole mess. Everything is a mess nowadays. I don't care.
There's no point tiding anything up, they say if you put things away properly, you'll find them more easily, but there's nothing to find.
Not anymore.