Hi everyone. So this is my new story from Twilight world and the first one written in English. Please note that I am not a native speaker, so there can be mistakes, but I am doing my best.

Down to Nothing, Up to You is story about (at the beginning of the story) 15 y.o. Maia Black, who is a niece of Billy Black, so she is Jacob and Collin´s cousin. After Maia´s mother dies, she struggles a lot and eventually finds her way of dealing with it – a way not everyone like. Especially the wolfs, who care about her more than she is willing to admit. The question is simple: will the love of her brother, cousins and the wolf that imprinted on her be enough to save her? Because she got down fast, left with nothing and no one to care about. And getting up isn´t nearly that easy.

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Thirty seconds. That's how long it took to shatter my life into pieces so small I doubt I could ever put them back together. Now, ten days later, I am standing here, my mother's coffin in front of me. This day shouldn't have happened in at least forty years. It isn't fair. It isn't right.

"Maia, honey, I am so sorry. Your mom was an amazing person, you know. I will miss her so much." Sue Clearwater was one of the very few people who really meant what they said. She was my mom's friend. She knew her, knew her sins and still liked her. She cared about her more than her own family.

"Thanks Aunt Sue. I am glad you made it. She would've wanted you here." Honestly, I was pretty sure Sue won't come. Yes, she was one of my mother's closest friends, but she had some problems with her daughter. Mom would understand that.

"You know I am here if you need anything, right? You're welcome any time." Yeah, now this one I didn't believe. I know she was just trying to be nice. To be a good friend to her deceased co-worked. But I was sick of all those lies. I didn't need compassion. I didn't need their pitying looks.

"I am glad to hear that, aunt. I'll see you around." Done. I could see the relieve in her eyes. Another kid to look after is not what she needs right now. She has her own problems with her own kids.

I looked around. There was so many people, most of them being absolute strangers to me. My dad stood next to me, within reach of my hand. He nodded on every condolence, but I could tell he wasn't really paying attention. He was like this since that night. I couldn't blame him, since I haven't been much better. Mom was the love of his life. The right one. I knew better than anyone else how much he loved and cared about her.

Then he livened up, his face brightened in mild smile. I followed his look and froze. There he was - a middle-aged man in wheelchair, so resembling my mom in his sadness. Right behind him stood - oh my God, was that really Jacob?! - my cousin, apparently. Yeah, it was hard to recognize him on the first sight. Last time I saw him was... well, it has been couple weeks. He had longer hair and less muscles back then. I´ve heard he was sick just before I stopped going to school. Now he looked so differently – like he was taking steroids. But his father didn´t seem concerned about it, so there had to be some reason.

I turned back to my father in disbelief. What the heck? How did they dare to show up on her funeral like nothing had happened? Like we were one big, cohesive family? Like they actually felt sorry for what happened? How did they get "I am sorry for your loss" from all of those strangers around me? They had no right. They stopped being her family the moment they banished her.

"Maia…" dad reached out for me, but I stepped back. He gave me a pleading smile. I shook my head. "Please hon. She would´ve wanted them here." Would she? Would she want the people who abandoned her because of one bad decision to get to say their goodbyes? Hell yes. She was always too kind. That doesn´t mean I have to want them here too.

"Whatever dad." I could felt their eyes on me, but I refused to repay it and turned my back on them. Those people were strangers to me.

As I turned back to the coffin, in the blink of an eye I saw familiar figure. I needed to calm down first and as I did, I looked again. It was Kim, one of my classmates. She used to be my best friend. Now we barely said hello to each other. And she wasn´t alone. The hand wrapped around her hips belonged to Jared Cameron. Her boyfriend. The boy she had a crush on since our seventh grade. The boy you used to like.

I couldn´t look at them much longer. It was too much happiness radiating from them, even if they weren´t doing anything inappropriate. And to be honest, Jared´s face wasn´t exactly what I wanted to see. So I turned my back on them too. And I hit against the last person I expected to be here. My half-brother. Why wasn´t I expected him to come, that is the simplest story of my life – I had never spoken one word with him. In my entire life.

I was going to say sorry. Really, I was. But this was the last straw. Everything was falling apart. This was the day I was supposed to say my last goodbye. The day everyone close to her were supposed to say their goodbyes. Instead of that, her funeral was full of people who either didn´t know her or didn´t care about her.

He was saying something. I can´t remember what, but I know he was. I stood there, shaking my head like an idiot, eyes full of tears and refusing to listen. Instead, I started retreating. I realize now that it must have looked weird. That I gave them a performance. That I was disrespectful to my mother. But I didn´t care then.

I stumbled on my high heels. It was an obstacle for me, so I kicked them off and ran. I heard my dad´s screams. And it was hurting me, but I still ran.

I don´t know how long did it took me to get outside the populated area. But when I stopped, I found myself standing on the beach, staring at the water. It was so soothing it made me cry. Because I didn´t wanted the pain to go away. I deserved it. After all, it was me who killed her.