The Midnight Hour

Disclaimer: All characters and Twilight similarities belong to Stephanie Meyer.

I pushed What-His-Name's sweaty body off of me and reached under the bed for my pack. Picking the needle up, I stuck it in the big vein in the crook of my arm. I felt the heroin push through my body and slowly succumbed to its poison. The heavy euphoria took hold of me quickly and I breathed a deep sigh of relief. It was the only way I could leave this world behind and just be..

Hours later, the sound of the shower woke me up. Jumping up faster than I thought possible after such a hard night of partying, I grabbed my purse and collected the various clothes scattered around the room. I was out the door before he even knew what hit him.

"Ahh baby..", I said, looking lovingly at my car. The black paint on my '65 Chevy Chevelle SS glistened perfectly in the sun. I hopped in and made my way to the house I shared with my mother, Renee.

To say that Renee and I had a rocky relationship would be a lie.. We were past the rocks and free-falling off the side of the damn mountain. But I knew it wasn't always like that. We were close at one point. Then Phil came and went, and Mom turned to the bottle.

Turning onto my street, I paused. Two cardboard boxes and a few duffle bags sat in the driveway. I turned the engine off and cautiously walked up to the house.

This can't be good.. I thought sadly.

I reached for the handle but stopped unexpectedly when the front door suddenly swung open. There stood Renee, in all her drunken glory. The sharp smell of tequila hit my nose.

"Jose this early, Mom?"

"Get the fuck out of my house", Renee slurred.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Get out of my way", I said as I tried to push past her. She was fairly sturdy despite, what I'm sure, had been hours of drinking.

"You're done here. I'm sick of you slutting it up in MY house! Phil would have stayed if you weren't so much trouble.. I don't care where the fuck you go.. I never want to see your face again, you ungrateful bitch! Your shit is in the driveway."

And with that she slammed the door in my face. I stood there. I was stunned.

This was bad.. She had never kicked me out before.. It's not like I had a great life here in Phoenix, but God, I had nothing else. Where the fuck was I supposed to go? How could she do this to me? I knew we had our problems but I'm her fucking daughter! And I'm the ungrateful bitch?! There's always Charlie.. But God, FORKS?! What was I going to do there??

I made my way back down the driveway. I threw the boxes and bags in the backseat. I got in the car and started to drive. I didn't stop until I noticed the sign 'Welcoming' me to California. It was already midnight and I was starving. I needed gas too. I pulled into a little diner off the highway. Despite the waitress lazily sitting on the counter, chewing bubblegum and the cook in the back, the place was dead.

Perfect.

I walked in and sat at the booth closest to the door. The tiny brunette waitress walked over with a smile. Maybe it was the time or maybe she sensed I hated pointless small talk, but she took my order quickly and walked away.

It's been hours.. I need a fix.

I notified the waitress where I was going and walked out the door to my car. My pack was tucked securely under the front seat. I measured the right amount into my syringe and injected it.

Straight to the bloodline, I thought with a shudder.

It was a disgusting habit and I knew it. I just couldn't stop. The pull of the drug was constantly on my mind. I had to have it.

How the fuck did I end up here? Oh yeah.. Ha.

When Renee started dating Phil, I found myself with a lot of time on my hands. Instead of staying home and studying like the good girl I had always been, I fell in with the wrong crowd and down the rabbit hole. Drugs, sex, partying, tattoos, piercing, boys.. It was all a distraction from the loneliness that consumed me after my mother checked out. I didn't notice how deep in shit I was, until it was too late. Addiction had already taken over.

I was so deep in thought, I hadn't even noticed how long I had been sitting in the car. I trudged in the little diner and sat down in the red and white striped booth. The vinyl stuck to my sweaty palms and my food was cold.

I'm not hungry anymore anyways. This shit always kills my appetite.. Hey, at least I'm skinny.

I took in my surroundings. The diner had a cliché 50s theme. How I missed the waitress wearing roller-skates, I'll never guess. As I continued my assessment, my breath suddenly caught. Someone new had entered the diner. Black hair, cropped short, and olive-toned skin, but pale, so pale.. I got a quick glance of his eyes as he placed his order with the waitress. They were strange and mysterious.. And dark.

Too dark, I shivered. Weird, but maybe it's just the light.. Hmm, but he's very cute.. No, not cute, HOT. I bet he'd be a nice little distraction for me tonight..

As I not-so-subtly checked him out, his eyes locked with mine. I couldn't look away. My body refused. I was drawn to his beauty. He looked down and pulled a few bills out of his wallet.

Oh God, he's coming over.. Okay, act cool.. My mouth curved into a seductive smile.

"I've been looking for you", He smirked. "Let's get out of here."

Wait, what? Oh what the hell, I will follow you anywhere.