The Climb

CHAPTER 1.

The wind slammed the door shut for me as I stalked out of the busy house. It through my hair behind me and stung my face as I pushed into it. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my hoodie. I began the long trek through the forest to my favourite meadow, I thought to myself as I went. The sun was beginning to set behind the distant hill's in Forks. I lay on the soft grass, sighed happily and closed my eyes as the cool air filled my lungs once more. I was glad to be out of the house; the noise of the many friends and family was finally starting to get to me after 12 years. I don't think anyone even noticed that I left. Ever since I was born I had thought of the residents of La Push as one big family. A family that would spend ever free moment of their lives together. When we were not working or at school, we would all go round to someone's house and mingle. Sometimes we would all gather on the beach and tell old stories and legends around a camp-fire, sometimes they would be about all sorts of mythical creatures such as werewolves and vampires!

I live with my mom and big brother Sam. My dad left a year ago, said he couldn't cope any more and ran off. Coward. We're a close family most of the time, you kinda have to be when you spend all your free time together. Sam's 18, and no longer at school and I'm 12, and in the 7th grade and go to school in the reservation. I've never had any trouble with school, its always seemed quite simple to me. Lessons and homework were never an issue, I just got on with it. That left me with lots of free time. So I liked to go for walks through the meadows and forest. It was relaxing to listen to the wildlife and nothing else for a while. But most of all the sunset was beautiful.

I sucked in another deep breathe of winter air, and pulled my arms behind my head. I lay still on the grass with my eyes closed. I listened to the birds finish their last songs of the day, and the tide pushing in against the shore. I watched as the moon rose, and the sun sulked behind the hills. It was darker now suddenly, the sun was gone and the moon was out. The silhouette of trees aligned the meadow. But that wasn't what made it dark. The grass around me was lit up from the moons glow, but I wasn't. My outline on the grass was dark, as if someone were hanging over me. I wanted to turn around but I was suddenly taken back by fear. My thoughts of my father suddenly pounded in my head. Coward they said over and over again. NO! I was nothing like my father. I turned quickly, adrenalin pulsing in my veins. My eyes darted around. I'd half expected to see someone standing behind my with a knife! But there was no one there. My heart slid back into my chest and I lay back down on the moist grass. I'd over exaggerated. I steadied my breathing, It must have been a tree or something I told myself. I focused on the stars in the darkening sky. I counted, 1, 2 ,3, 4... Then I couldn't see again. The shadow was back. A tree, its just a tree. Reassurance forced me to turn once more. This time my breathing stopped. The shadow was there, and It was not that of a tree. It was human. Suddenly I was on the moist grass again. Then I felt pain, but it was not that of a knife wound. No. It was much much worse.