Lets just pretend Leah committed suicide.. or was never born...

I woke up in the confines of my own hell hole. I sighed, sitting up in bed… but, thinking back, I don't remember going to bed. The last thing I remember was screaming at Jamie. Technically, Jamie wasn't my mother and I refused to call her that. Even if I had her blood running through my veins I doubted I'd call her mom. A shiver ran down my back at that thought.

I was tucked into bed extremely tight. Ripping off the sheets… quite literally, actually, Whoops, I thought to myself. Hearing voices down stairs I decided to go over to Gerald's, my boyfriend. I didn't feel like walking through Jamie and another potential buyer's discussion over whether 'crack is wack'.

I threw my favorite black tee shirt over my head and a faded pair of blue jeans. Slipping on my converse I kept near my window, for cases like this, I jumped out of my window. I had timed it perfectly (which was probably a first for me); latching on to the branch I made my way to the center of the tree. From there it was easy; climb down three limbs and then it was probably only a three foot drop. I jumped a little more gracefully than usually, and made my way to the road. It would probably take me a half and hour to get to Gerald's.

"Where do you think your going?" a grisly voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned on my heel to see, none other than the goody two shoes of LaPush leaning against the house, just under the cherry tree. I laughed inside realizing he probably watched my whole stunt. I just shrugged, wondering why the hell Sam Uley would care, "You should probably come in, I think you mother's pretty worried about you,"

I felt my lips harden into a straight line, "My mother's currently rotting away in prison," he was caught off guard by this, but his face immediately returned to it's stone like appearance.

"None the less, the pack and I would like to have a talk with you," I rose an eyebrow at this.

"Who?" With that Sam gestured over his shoulder to a group of boys staring out the window through various different cracks in the shades. As soon as I meet their gaze they all disappeared, "Do you always refer to them as if their a bunch of wild dogs?"

Sam grinned wide revealing a set of gleaming teeth. From inside I heard one of them howl, probably followed by a strong punch from a buddy, because the next thing I knew I heard a thunderous "Ouchh!" roar through the house.

I sighed, "Not that I wouldn't love to spend the day chatting it up with you guys, I have better things to do," and with that I took off towards Gerald's, but Sam meet my pace easily.

"Listen, Dylan…" He paused at the death stare I directed towards him. He groaned and stopped while I bypassed him, "I don't want to make you talk to us, but I will if I have to," He looked very serious, but with that I had to crack a smile.

"You and what army?" I began cracking up laughing. Did he really think he could stop me? I laughed even harder.

"Stop," It was a simple enough command, but I completely stopped everything. I pulled against it with all my might; nevertheless I was frozen in place.

He chuckled lightly, and his face finally showed some emotion, "You can breathe, Dylan." I suddenly began sucking deep breaths in. I hadn't gotten a good breath before I'd simply 'stopped', "Now, before you go inside and calm down, remember that your not allowed to leave the property until you talk to us," He walked about half way there before he said, "Come on in, and by the way; it'll probably be easier to just hear us out, then you can go do whatever you want."

What the hell is going on?? I considered this for a moment, but I couldn't come up with a single possibility. All I knew is if he kept this up for long, he'd be sorry. Sam never said when I had to come in, just that I did, I decided suddenly that I was going to be taking my own sweet time towards the door. Sam was waiting for me, so I inched myself forward, actually stopping to pull a weed.

I tugged and tugged and couldn't get it. I heard Sam chuckle at my pathetic attempts to uproot a stupid dandelion. At that second of embarrassment, I'd decided I wasn't going to just kill it; I was going to mutilate it beyond recognition. I grabbed its stem with both hands and heaved with all my might.

Suddenly it gave, and I was sent flying backwards with it in hand. I landed flat on my ass, and now Sam was rolling with fits of laughter (not to mention, my tiny house nearly shook with the roar of others hooting and hollering)

I felt my jaw clench and unclench with anger and frustration. I stood up and flung the flower at Sam, but it just sent new waves of cackles through the house. I shook uncontrollably and suddenly all sound stopped. My mind practically turned itself off, if not inside out. I felt the fire flood through my veins, my spine arched impossibly. I let out a moan in pain, but the screech that escaped couldn't have been mine.