Hey Guys! I have no idea what this is; a oneshot or a story? But it is an idea that i have had for awhile, What about Leah? I have yet to read a story from her perspective, how her life would turn out. So tell me if you like it, if i should continue. Leahs Songs Hemorrhage By Fuel for strength and All The Way Down by Glen Hansard for poignancy.
I hated Jacob
I hated Jacob. With a passion.
That was all I could think as I ducked into the trees, quickly striped and phased. I always had to practice more control in this area because I didn't want to end up naked somewhere with my brothers. They already got to see every thought that passed through my head; I wasn't letting them see the goods too. They didn't understand my modesty in this department, none of them really thought of me as a girl. Yet, it counted to me. Especially around Sam…
Uhhh, Sam.
He was the worst part of this new life. The guy I loved who fell head over heels in love with another girl. Had to leave me. Didn't have a choice. Didn't want to, had to. I would never forgive him for it, all of it. For leaving me, for loving somebody else, for humiliating me. More than anything though, I hated him for not being able to help himself. She was like a drug to him and he was addicted. He had imprinted.
At first I didn't understand why he was avoiding me. How hard it was for him to meet my eyes, and when he did there was that tortured look in his eyes. Like someone had died. Like I had died. And to him I might as well have, he loved someone else and there would never be room for me. Maybe me dying at that point would have been the best thing for all of us.
Another reason for hating Sam, making death preferable.
Then I saw him and Emily together. At first I didn't quite understand, it was so strange. It was like there was a rubber band between them and the farther they were from each other the more stretched and stressed they became. Even I could see that they were desperate for each other, and it hurt. God, how it hurt. Betrayal and rejection raged beside me. I remember having to run outside, away from them. It was there, sitting in the rain, that I first realized that Sam didn't love me anymore. I meant nothing to him. I was all alone. I can still feel the bile rising in my throat.
For days I had done nothing but lie in bed. I didn't eat or speak to anyone, just slept and cried. He had made me miserable and I hadn't even known why yet. In fact it was at this point that I had made a crucial decision: to hate Sam. Really hate him. It became my mission to make him miserable and to ensure that he would always regret what he had made of me. I would get revenge one day. One day he'd be begging me to stop.
That day did come, just never how I'd expected it to.