AN: So here it is a new story. I've been working on this one for months and have over 100'000 words pre-written so it will be being updated regularly. If this is the first of my stories you've read, welcome, if not then welcome back. I try to update three times a week; a chapter of a story every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I have a few stories going that I am focusing on so it will not be three chapters of the same story. I currently have a Walking Dead fic going called Hope Is Stronger Than Fear, and should be posting the first chapter of a Flash one today as well.

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are property of Stephanie Myer and others who own the copy write, I do not know them all. I am simply barrowing them for entertainment purposes and am making no money from this.

-I do own any unrecognized characters.-

AN: Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story.

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"They say "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger"… I don't agree. Some things that didn't kill me came so close that they're still damaging. They didn't make me better. Some things made me worse. And can't that be ok too? Can't some things just break you? This whole fucking world wants you to believe that admitting defeat makes you weak. For God's sake, bleed. And bleed openly. There can be pride in vulnerability. Honesty is maturity. And really, it's the things that did kill me, that made me." – J. Raymond

The rock cracked around them, the cliff face was breaking away, bringing with it the hiking trail. People turned running back the other way, as the rock shattered down into the forest miles below. A woman around 40 years old was the first to fall, her screams echoing across the mountain side. Next was a man in his early 50's, her husband; he fell as he shoved, a child, his son, a 9 year old boy, into the arms of a teen girl. The girl yanked the boy back, and tossed him towards the cliffside, as the ground gave way below her. The boy grabbed on, managing to be the only of the four not to fall. The girl screamed as she fell, feeling her bones break as she tumbled down, hitting rock after rock. The man was the first to die, his head hitting too hard against a rock, killing him on impact. Next was the woman, she was the first to hit the forest floor, she succumbed to her injuries within minutes, her last sight, that of her son, clinging, alive far above her on the cliffside. The girl never did reach the forest floor, landing on a ledge. Her vision faded, as she watched the boy climb along the cliffside fearfully, before he disappeared from view. Her brown eyes closed, as the sun began to set.

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Late in the night, a young boy stumbled down the street of Forks, Washington. Dirt covered him; blood glistened on his scrapped knees, his hands a matching sight. He stumbled to the police station, banging on the glass doors. The station was dark, but for one light that could be seen from a desk inside. A man stood, hearing the banging, moving to the front, and turning on lights. His brown eyes widened, seeing the child. He rushed to unlock the doors.

"Please, help… my mom and dad need help." The boy cries, as the man kneels in front of him.

"What happened?" The man asked worriedly, carefully placing a hand on the boys shoulder.

"We were hiking… Mom, Dad, Kat, and me. The cliff broke… they fell… They need help." He cries harder.

"So there are three people who need help?" The man clarifies. The boy nods.

"My parents and foster sister, sir… please help them…. Please." He breaks down sobbing. The man gathers the boy in his arms, carrying him to a police cruiser. He puts the boy in the back seat, and buckles him in, quickly driving to the hospital while radioing the other officers for a search and rescue.

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Kat groaned, as she blinked her eyes open, seeing her cracked glasses. Rain was pouring down; she was soaked through, freezing. She slowing tried to sit up, gasping in pain, as she moved. She had certainly broken a few ribs, her right leg was twisted at and odd angle, her left arm looked partially crushed. She sits herself up, dragging herself to lean against the rock face. She didn't know how long she'd been out there… she remembered the rock shattering, then falling… the pain… she hoped Daniel had gotten help… she had seen him leave… she thinks. It was dark, and slowly growing darker, meaning the sun was setting… she had passed out seeing the sun set, but the sky had been completely clear… and now… the rain? So had a full day gone by? She shakes her head, not sure what to think.

She manages to pull her backpack off her back. She didn't know how long she would need to wait for help, or if it was even coming… She pulled out her first aid kit, her pocket knife, her water bottle, and one of three energy bars she had. She opened the kit, shaking her head as the contents were soaked by the rain. She took out gauze she had, and used it, despite it being wet, to bandage her cuts. Her left arm was bleeding badly, she taped the gauze in place as best she could, and leaned back again… she couldn't walk with her leg like it was, but she also didn't know how to set it, not to mention her ribs. She could use her left hand, but she wasn't sure how much weight the arm would hold. She would have to wait… if help hadn't come by the next day… well then she'd figure it out.

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Kat bit her lip as she forced her leg back in the direction she knew it was supposed to go, screaming at the pain. Her vision growing blurred. She leaned back breathing heavily. She grabbed the sticks she had found and put them on either side of her leg, and used stripes of fabric she had cut from her pants, to tie it into place, like she had seen in the movies. Once done she packed her stuff into her bag and looked up the cliff. She had three options here, wait for help that may never come, climb back up the cliff, and take the trail she already knew, or climb down the cliff, and go through the forest she had never been in. She judges the rock face then shakes her head; there was no way she could pull herself up that cliff… not in this condition. She looks over the edge of the ledge, climbing down would be easier… assuming she didn't just fall, and die… She sighs.

"Why do these things always happen to me?" she mutters as she moves to the edge of her ledge, she pulls her backpack on, grabs a hand hold on the cliff face, and starts her decent. Her right leg hung uselessly as she climbed down, her left leg having to do all the work. Her left arm was holding out for now, but not without a lot of pain. She sighed in relief as she reached the forest floor. She lowered herself to the ground there. She rests for a while, eating a few bites of her energy bar, and drinking a few sips of her water.

"Okay, now which way is town?" She mutters as she uses a large stick to pull herself up. She starts limping along the cliff, back the way they had hiked the day before.

She had been going for hours, having had to split away from the cliff when it led to a steep drop off. She just continued going down, knowing that the town should be down the mountain.

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Kat looked down at her last bite of energy bar, all three where gone now, and so was most of her water… it had to have been at least three days since she fell. That is not including the day she had been unconscious, she was positive she was lost, and that if she didn't find something soon… well… She shakes her head.

"You are not dying… that is not allowed." She whispers to herself, as she moved through the trees. Hours passed, and still nothing… another hour, and she was out of water. She placed the water bottle in her backpack; if it rained again she could collect the water in it.

The sun was starting to set again, as she limped through the trees seeing what she thought was clearing. She limped towards it, hoping to find a place to sleep for the night, a shocked gasp escaping her as she stepped out of the trees, onto cement. It was a road… She had no clue what road, but a road… she had made it… at least to something. She looks down each side of the road for any signs, limping down the road when she sees one.

"Thank you, god or whatever the heck is out there." She says with a grin as she reads the sign. 'Welcome to Forks.' She starts down the road in that direction, just as she starts to see buildings, a police cruiser pulls up beside her, a man steps out, his eyes wide.

"Are you Katrina Nolan?" he asks her. She nods, a large grin slipping into place. "I'm Chief Swan; we've been searching for you. Are Jessica and Mathew Jackson with you?" She shakes her head…

"I… I don't know where they are… I didn't see them; I assumed they were probably dead." She explains, her voice shaking. He nods and leans into the car, radioing for an ambulance. He moves over to her, and carefully helps her over to the car, helping her to sit on the hood.

"Do you know where you were all hiking? Daniel couldn't remember, so we haven't known where to look."

"We were on snake's ridge… I don't know its real name, but that's what Mr. Jackson called it." Chief Swan nods.

"I know the ridge, how did you get back here?" he asks her.

"I figured, help may not be coming, so I tried to set my leg… I don't know if I got it right… I did what they always do in the movies." She explains motioning to her right leg. "Then I climbed the rest of the cliff, and just went down the mountain… I knew the town would be down…" she shrugs.

"Well you are a very brave, young lady." He says looking at her sadly. They both turn as the ambulance pulls up followed by two police cruisers. "Let's get you taken care of, Katrina."

"It's Kat… I go by Kat, sir." She speaks up. The man smiles at her.

"Alright Kat, call me Charlie."

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AN: I hope you enjoyed. I will update again soon. I use quotes a lot to start new parts of this story and would love for people to send some in. If you have a quote you want to give me PM me or review with it and I'll add it to my list to be used in this story or future ones.

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~ Kat