( Hiya, I'm back from that awkward hiatus of mine, and I've decided to write a new story, I might continue on in my Titanic one, but for now, I've lost all motivation. The main protagonist in this story has PTSD (Posttraumatic Stress Disorder) I will try my best not to insult any readers; and if you're offended feel free to send me a PM! In this story, The main character is returning from an Asylum and coming to live with her younger sister, who lives with her aunt and uncle due to her mother's mental disorders and her father never being around. Jacob never imprinted on Renesmee, but, he did mentally fool himself into thinking he was, he didn't want to be alone.)

I was tired, my brain fried. However, I was leaving Violet Hill Asylum, so I reminded myself things weren't too bad. I knew I'd probably be back here, or on the streets within weeks, but it was nice to think I would be with my uncle. I shut my eyes as I waited for him to arrive in the main office. The curse of PTSD had never been easy to cope with. I was never normal, not like other girls. But I was never this broken down and crazy. Sometimes, the flash backs mauled me like whiplash, so vicious, so unforgivingly harsh. The night of horror, when it all happened but somehow, my therapist helped me build from that. Well, at least that's what he thought, I completely buried that night away in a dimly lit part of my mind, next to physics formulas and algebra equations.

As I continued to wait for Ryan the essence of bleach and medication fled through the atmosphere, god was I glad I would be home this time tomorrow, away from this prison. It would all be okay. Forks sounded like a pitiful place though. I remember it being small, cramped and green. I had always liked the city, the variety of smells and the beautiful strangers there. But the tragedy always outdid the happiness, "Hey Frankie Badass!" A soft and warm voice bubbled through the infirmary air, leeching around me in a whirl of joy. I flickered my gaze upward, the voice belonged to none other than little Ellie, my sister only 15 but as sweet as honey, her hair was sunkissed, her giggles reminded me of summer and her presence warmed anyone who was fortunate enough to be graced by her friendly company. She wrapped her olive pale arms around me, locking them around pulling me into an embrace, "You're coming home to me! Man, You should see how Lily is beaming!" She pulled my hand in hers and led me out of the gates, "Don't worry, Ryan signed you out.. I think they're just getting your clothes and all that jazz! I missed you! Two years! Golly, That's so long! We need to see a film! Do you wanna see Pitch Perfect?! Hey, Do you wanna join my cappella group!?" My mind was too tired to absorb all of her rapid words; I had spoken to her just last month. I saw her twice each month, but it seemed every time she came around her words got faster, they sounded French.

Violet Hill was hell. Sometimes, the workers would make us dance with our 'buddies' (A randomly selected patient, mine was Booger Billy, it's obvious from his nickname that the kid wasn't so great) we had Secret Santa's, last year I got a mint from a girl on the third floor. It was just lonely there, the nurses were nice though. They spoke a lot. They used flowery words whenever trying to make me happier, Bessie bought me a mug. It was quickly confiscated by a guard because he thought I would beat Booger Billy with it, which I was truly tempted to do.

I woke in late that evening, once we arrived to Forks, it was night. The evenings there were concealed with a blanket of black nothing. Not like the city, there the streetlamps always flickered or the car lights would seep through the curtains. Lily awoke me, her southern accent was so nice and so welcoming, "Hey, Sug." She pressed a gentle kiss over my forehead, I sleepily responded with a slight smile indicating I wasn't looking to speak. "Morrow' I'm going to take ya to La Push!" Somehow, I was now in the living room, the lamp light was on, making some parts of the room visible, others were just silhouettes. "Are you tired? Do you want food? Ga'! We've missed you, Sug!" I nodded before slumping my head down into her lap, "Ok." I mumbled beneath my breath. "Do you remember Jake? That nice boy you had a crush on when you were little? And Billy? And Charlie? Charlie's girl, Bella, she's married now! Yeah! Livin' all the way in Canada!" I nodded solemnly, "Grrreat, Good for her." I remembered Bella, she was quiet and slim. I remember being jealous of her, Jake had a crush on her. While I had a crush on him, I made him a mud pie once, with our names engraved in the center. I hope he doesn't remember that.

Jacob POV

Days were shorter now, and the nights longer. At La Push everything seemed long. Now that Seth imprinted on Ellie, he was gone most of the time. They were a lot alike, I liked the Ellie girl, she loved to laugh and sway around in dresses. Overall, I was happy for him. Jealous though. Sometimes I was reminded of Renesmee and how it had all been a lie. Is that how fucked I was? I made myself think I had imprinted. I was so desperate, so afraid of being alone that I made myself imprint on her. I finally realized after she left to join the Volturi and I truly felt no sense of loss when she abandoned me.

It was winter then, She looked 18, and she transformed from the friendly Nessie we all knew and grown to love, to absorbed with the concept of killing humans, Bella was heart-broken and Edward in a cloud of Denial. It was sad to watch it all unravel. It made the pit of my stomach drop. The last thing she told me was so raw and so unlike her, "I don't need you. I don't want this. I hate it here." She was robotic, unhuman.

I wondered how actual imprinting felt, it was euphoria, something to live for. The packs still tolerated the Cullens, but just barely. I remain waiting for a fight to break out someday. I returned to being Beta, an asshole and unhappy with my existence as a werewolf. My feelings for Bella remain strong, I care for her, she manages to make me happy. But the feeling of infatuation that I once felt for her has faded. And I know she secretly hates me for not chasing after Nes when she ran off with Alec, but she was so much like Bella, she simply vanished for someone better than me. I wasn't good enough for her, I was never good enough for anyone. I was just Jake, Everyone's best mechanic buddy.

I stopped being a useless bum and got up from my bed, wondering out in the direction of the beach. It was mid-afternoon the sun engulfed in a sea of grey clouds. I wasn't quite sure what pushed me toward the beach but I had an urge to visit, it was always isolated during this time of year. I cut through a wooded area and exited out from the brush, the current splashed onto the rocks and from afar I saw El chasing Seth, they were complete children together. Seth was now 18, He hadn't changed much, just a little taller and his hair remained cropped. My gaze continued to hover it was bare today, all I could see was the bobbing of Ellie in the distance and Seth now being the one chasing after her in adoration. My eyes drooped as I noticed they were too happy together to even realize I was there, I half turned in a quick stride preparing to head back in the trail toward my home, but then I saw her. She was propped up on a larger boulder, like an exquisite song bird. Her hair fell to her chest, curled into seemingly endless tresses, her lips full and a faded shade of pink. She looked like a mermaid from afar. The world around blackened, and she was all I saw. I didn't feel so alone anymore. There was something in me, something invisible that brewed at the heart of my soul; I was now attached to this girl. She had no idea, but she was the light that guided me in this cruel, loathsome world. She flew threw my sky like a comet, a sky without stars or a moon, she was now a galaxy. No. No, this girl didn't compare to a fiery comet, she was the universe. She was every star that lit up in space, she was the sun blazing with extreme beauty, and she was the moon, full and rounded, beaming down allowing others to latch onto its beams. This mystery girl was life, new hope.

I needed to befriend this girl, I needed her to be closer to me, I needed her words, I needed her company.

Slowly, reality had swooped back into my vision. The beauty was staring at me. I was so bewildered, I stepped back, stepped back more stop meters away. And the other, Seth, Continued toward me. "Jake? What.. Are you… Um, okay?". "Seth!" I hollered, "Seth!" I was now yelling. Finally, the two bobbing figures in the horizon were rearing in my direction. One came to a

"Seth.. Seth I.. That girl! With. With the brown hair! And, she has the book! The book with, she was reading that book, the book with the.. Seth, who is she?" My words were in a slur. "Seth I.."

Seth's eyes widened, he was silent, registering the situation as if it were cryptic code, "Jake, did you imprint on Ellie's sister?"