Hey everyone (:
This is just a quick dabble about Leah Clearwater and her phasing into a werewolf in New Moon.
She's one of my favorites from the Twilight series and I really wish that Stephanie Meyer had explored her character into further depths,
but then that's where our imagination comes in!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Series or any of it's characters.

Broken to Pieces

This is something I usually didn't do. Usually, I would never let my emotions envelop me to the point that I felt that I had lost control of thinking rationally. I had learned that the hard way not very long ago. But locking myself in my room and shutting off the lights, that was pretty customary of me to do. I preferred to handle my problems all on my own. When it came down to it, who would really be there to help you through it all? Sure they'd offer some helpful words of encouragement, but they would never really take the pain away.

It was about noon, the sky was high in the sky and it wasn't raining. Something that would be considered nice weather in Forks, Washington. The day had started off alright, until I lost my temper. I inhaled a choked breath as a fresh set of tears formed in my eyes. My hands were shaking, along with my breathing pattern. I mentally scolded myself for letting this affect me so greatly, but I couldn't help but think how unfair all of it was.

I didn't deserve this. This shouldn't be happening to me.

"Leah! Open up!"

I heard my brother calling me through the other side of the pine of my shut door. Although I tried to ignore it as much as the newfound sensitivity in my ears would allow it. My mind came flowing back with memories of the moments prior to this. This wasn't fair, my life was ruined. I would never be the Leah Clearwater I once was, because now there was another side of me – hidden beneath my tanned, slim exterior, somehow hardwired into my emotions.

"Dammit Leah, I'll break down the door if I have to!"

The increasing signs of frustration were evident in Seth's voice. I felt guilt slap me straight in the face, I hated ignoring Seth. He was my little brother and he meant the world to me. I would throw myself in the line of fire for me, just as I'm sure he would do for me. So in spite of myself, I dislodged my arms from around my knees and stood up, slowly. I flapped my hands, blowing some air into my eyes to hide that I had been crying and wiped a few stray tears with the collar of my t-shirt.

Seth continued hammering at the door, each knock more urgent than the one before until I finally opened it just wide enough to show half of my face. I looked down at him, shy just two inches shorter than me, and saw that he had been crying too. His dark brown eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and his face was wet.

"They're t-taking him a-away." He choked.

"Who?" I asked suspiciously.

Seth looked back at me with sincere sadness, "Dad, he had a heart attack."

Oh my God. I pushed past him and entered the living room, where I had been just moments before. I held my breath as I watched men in uniform hover around him and my mother who was kneeled on the floor, holding his hand. The moment seemed surreal, It was as if I wasn't even in the room. It was more like this was a movie, or a dream, and I was flying above the scene simply watching, taking absolutely no part in it. At this point, Seth was standing beside her also watching the scene before him. I put my arm around his shoulders, which were no longer skinny and weak, but a lot more lean and muscular.

Once we'd arrived at the hospital, a staff of nurses were already waiting for my father's gurney. They all whispered orders to each other, terms too complicated for me to understand, and jolted out of sight.

My mother stood between Seth and I as she squeezed my hand tightly. She was a strong, graceful woman. She was always a pillar of strength, and I was glad that I had received those traits from her. And for a moment I was hesitant on how to react, I had never seen her so helpless and exposed. I couldn't stand watching her cry this way and it was precisely at this moment that I realized how drastically my life had changed in the course of an hour. Bitter tears formed in my eyes and I fought through my eyelashes to keep them from falling. Everything seemed so sallow and dark that nothing would ever be vicarious enough to bring it back to content state it once was – because to say she was ever happy would be a lie.

I threw my arms over my mother's neck and she did the same. Seth's arms wrapped around our waists and we stood there for a few comforting moments, basking in the warmth of a special glow only a family can give. Until a voice brought us back to the reality neither of us were ready to face.

"Mrs. Clearwater?"

I was too comfortable to move from where I was, but I had no choice once my mother jerked her body forward.

"Dr. Cullen, please tell me Harry's alright." She sobbed, still keeping her grip on my hand.

I looked up into the handsome face of Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Usually, I would sneer at the sight of him, but not today. There was too much going on to waste my time on that. Whether the stories were true or not, I didn't care. If Carlisle truly was a vampire, I wouldn't mind it – just as long as he saved my father's life.

His perfect face wrinkled as he spoke, "We're trying our best to revive him Mrs. Clearwater."

"Revive him?" I thought, not realizing I had said it aloud.

He redirected his gaze towards me and I couldn't help but blush at the sudden attention. It was inappropriate to admire how handsome he was at a time like this.

"I'll keep you updated." He said with a shadow of a comforting smile. And with that he turned around and gracefully walked through a set of swinging doors that read in big red letters, Intensive Care Unit.

Now I felt responsible for the well being of my family. Since my mother could no longer do the job herself, I took it upon myself to make sure we would make it through this unscathed. With a gentle push she nudged her mother towards the direction of a small waiting room, where there were two more anxious faces pacing and fretting. The walls and furniture were varying shades of white which gave me an uninviting feeling; like if you were constantly being reminded that you were in a hospital, never letting you escape the fact that in a few moments, Dr. Cullen would reappear with the worst possible news imaginable. I focused on a small arrangement of yellow carnations on a table in the middle of the room. It was the only thing that reminded me of La Push, as it was known for its overflowing greenery and abundant sense of nature. Although the entire town of Forks was known for being covered in green, the reservation was just more.

I looked at my brothers troubled expression and passed a soothing hand up and down his arm. He looked up at me with a genuinely appreciative smile and let his head fall onto my shoulder. I rest the side of my face into the dark, tangled mess of his hair and inhaled his comforting scent. My brother was the only man I would ever be able to count on without doubt. Blood runs stronger than love, and my past experience did nothing at proving me wrong.

A/N: Thank you for reading!
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This is a short story, so it'll probably just have two or three more chapters.

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