AN: First off, am I crazy for embarking on a new story? Absolutely, but I was beyond excited to start posting this and I couldn't wait any longer.

Secondly I never ever thought I would be writing a Jacob centric story. But, many things have lead me to grow fond of the wolf boy :).

My heart, however, will always belong to the Southern Empath. He may not be the main character in this story, but he will definitely be playing a major in this story (I couldn't abandon him completely). Just throwing that out there!

So, to my wolf girls (you know who you are!) I hope that I don't disappoint with this story & that you will all love it (my dearest hope!)

Disclaimer: Everything, minus my girl (who you're about to meet!) & the plot is all mine (though some things will follow what happens in SM novel).

Enjoy my loves!!


Prologue:

I stood silently, my heart beating rapidly against my chest. I was almost positive that every damn person in the room could hear it.

"Well," He pressed, his eyes staring right through me. "What is you choice?"

I felt like I couldn't breathe, like someone was squeezing every ounce of air out of my lungs.

Fuck, maybe he had been right.

Maybe if I had stayed behind like he begged, this all wouldn't be happening right now.

Maybe, just maybe, I would have my happily ever after.

Before I even realized it I was nodding my head, my fate suddenly sealed for me.

A smile, twisted and eerie, graced his face in a split seconds.

I knew at that very second that everything I knew, everything I loved...was about to end.

There would be no happy ending after this moment.


Chapter 1: The Memory

Winter's gone and I still can't sleep
Summer's on the way
At least that's what they say
But these clouds won't leave
Walk away
I'm barely breathing
As I'm lying on the floor
Take my heart
As you're leaving
I don't need it anymore
This is the memory
This is the curse of having
Too much time to think about it
It's killing me.

Eve

They say that time heals all wounds.

What a bunch of fucking bullshit.

It's been four months.

Four months and I'm still walking around like a zombie.

I don't sleep very much, I eat only because I have to and everyone stares at me like I'll shatter into a million pieces.

Three months and I haven't been able to find the strength to move on.

For God sake's it was just a break up.

A break up that completely broke me.

I'm convinced that he's going to come back to me.

I tell myself every day that he's coming back.

But, deep down, I know he isn't.

No, he made it very clear that I would never see him again.

Well, what a fucking liar! I see him every god damn day.

I still think about him, still dream about him even though I shouldn't. Everything about him is embedded in my memory.

His face, his scent…the way he touched me. It's all fucking there! It hasn't gone away.

Even when I'm awake, he's there.

I'm a wreck, but my sister is a damn disaster.

It hit her harder, like a part of her died when he left.

No one knows what it's like. How could they? Unless they were hopelessly in love with a supernatural, undead boy they have no idea.

"No, please!" The shriek from down the hall snapped everything into perspective once again. "Please don't leave me!" There it goes again, my eyes barely flickering over towards my bedroom door.

Every night since it's happened, she's been like that. She's been consumed by these nightmares, making it not only nearly impossible for her but for my dad and I to sleep.

"Edward no, please what happened…" she started screaming louder and this time I sat up. She screamed again and I was quickly up out of my bed and crossing the hall, swinging her door open.

"Bella," I kneeled on her bed and shook her gently "Bella, open your eyes."

They snapped open, her brown eyes frantic as she looked at me in the dark.

"Oh, God Eve it was so real this time." Her screams have stalled and she's now moved on to the hysterical point of the night. I wrapped my arms around her as she began to sob almost uncontrollably.

"Shh, Bells." I rubbed her back as she continued to cry. "I'm here, its okay." We know it's not okay though, not by a fucking long shot.

If things were okay, she wouldn't be here crying and I wouldn't feel that tightening in my chest that happens only when I think about them.

"Tell me what happened baby." I tried to remain as calm as I possibly could, but I could already feel my resolve start to crumble.

"Edward tried to kill me." She whispered and I just shook my head. Her dreams always involved him, always revolved around him.

It was a never-ending cycle when it came to them, no matter how much we tried to not to think about it.

She told me that the pain he's causing her is the only thing she has left to remember him by. To anyone else, that'd sound crazy, but to me? I couldn't agree with her more.

Each time I cry, every time I sense an anxiety attack on the horizon, I think of him.

I don't know when or if this pain will ever stop.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to love and care for someone the way I loved him.

"Eve?" Bella's grip loosened on me slightly. "You don't hate me right?"

I sighed, knowing we had moved on to the guilt portion of the night. "No, Bella, I don't hate you."

"But," She began, but I stopped her.

"I don't blame you for what happened. It wasn't your fault then and I sure as hell don't blame you now okay?"

She nodded, her eyelids drooping. After another ten minutes, she was fast asleep once again. I settled her back in, tucking the blanket in around her and silently left her room, shutting the door softly behind me.

Turning, I smacked right into my dad. I muffled my scream into his chest and his hands came up to steady me.

"Sorry baby." He ruffled my hair, peering over my shoulder. "She okay in there?"

No, she's not. "She's better now."

He looked down at me. "What about you Eve? You don't look too good."

I pulled away from him and shook my head. "I'm fine, dad. Bella's the one you should be worried about, not me."

He didn't like when I played down the depression and anxiety, but he let it slide for tonight. I kissed his cheek and was back in my room shortly thereafter.

I crossed the dark room, but instead of going straight to bed I walked over to my dresser and pulled open the bottom drawer. I sat on the floor, my legs curled underneath me, as I rummaged through the vast array of t-shirts and sweaters. As soon as my fingers brushed against it, I gripped it quickly and pulled it out.

Like every time I looked at it, I felt the tears stinging my eyes. A part of me felt proud each time I saw it. Never being able to fool them, I had somehow hid it well.

He took everything when he left, part of his 'I never existed' plan.

He didn't take this.

I held up the picture and made out his features in the moonlight.

It was taken on the morning of our birthday. Mom and dad had gotten us these cameras and while Bella was completely adamant about not using them, I was in love. Always having loved photography, the new camera and scrapbook was perfect.

I moved the picture closer, examining his facial expression. Though not completely smiling, there was a slight tug of his lips. Both of us staring at the camera, I could feel every emotion I'd ever carried for him hitting me full force. I gasped, clutching the picture to my chest, as if doing so would mend every single ounce of pain I was feeling at that very moment.

By the looks of the picture, one would never think that less than twelve hours later, he'd be lunging at my sister, setting off a chain reaction I never saw coming.

"Jasper," his name fell off my lips shakily.

I sunk further to the ground, the picture slipping out of my hands as I wrapped my arms around my knees, my entire body trembling. Laying my head on the ground, my face was inches from the picture. I closed my eyes in hopes of the pain subsiding, as if being beside the picture would bring me some sort of comfort.

It didn't.

All I felt was emptiness. A deep, hollow hole in my chest that wouldn't go away no matter what I did.

All I could think about was what I once had and how I probably wasn't ever getting it back again.

He said we were destined to be together.

He lied.

And now I was left to deal with the aftermath.

***

I ended up falling asleep on the floor, but that didn't come as any surprise.

Sleeping on the cold ground was almost a nightly routine for me. Just how Bella screamed in the middle of the night, I slept on the floor.

After her episodes, I would have my own. Only, I had no one to come comfort me when I was lost.

Sometimes I really wish Bella would be strong enough to help me, but other days I know I can't think that way.

My family has always come before anything and anyone else. It was my job to take care of them, not the other way around.

This was no exception.

Far too concerned with Bella, I made sure to never say the wrong thing or stare off too long when I was around dad. He had enough on his plate and he didn't need any added stress.

My alarm, as always, went off at exactly six thirty just as the sun started to break through the clouds. It was a rare day when it appeared, but that didn't really make a difference.

Rain or shine, the pain was the fucking same. It wasn't affected by the weather.

I slowly untangled my limbs, groaning in pain when I stood up. The pain shot down my legs, pins and needles, and I shook them to try and alleviate the feeling.

I think my body was used to it now though. Three months of doing the same thing, it had now become routine I guess.

I crossed the room and glanced at the calendar on my wall, my finger landing on the date.

"Friday," I whispered, nodding my head.

Over the past few months, I could barely keep my dates straight. Half the time I didn't even know what day of the week it was. I knew we were in January because Christmas had just passed a few weeks ago, but that was about it.

Now that I knew it was Friday, I remembered I didn't have to fix dad something for breakfast since he left early on Fridays.

On Fridays I had an extra twenty minutes or so to get ready. Not that I needed it though.

Since they left, my daily appearance meant very little to me.

Why would it? There was no one for me to impress anymore, no one to tell me that I looked beautiful.

There was no one.

"All alone," I grabbed some clothes and headed towards the shower. Turning on the water, I slowly stripped out of my pajamas while I waited for the water to get warm.

Once inside the shower the hot water helped with the pain in my legs. I ran through the daily routine of showering lifelessly, the only thing I took note of was the smell of my shampoo that filled my senses.

He had always loved the way this one smelled and I refused to part with it. It was something so simple and yet it killed me every time I showered.

I couldn't even do something simple without thinking about him. I knew I should switch brands or scents, but I can't bring myself to do it.

A part of me thinks that I refuse because I know I shouldn't have to change my routines because he left, but another part knows I don't change because it reminds me of him.

Like Bella, the pain when I think about him is all I have to know that they truly existed.

That they really came into our lives, allowed us to fall hopelessly in love only to break us in the end.

The shower ended all too quickly and I stepped out, drying off quickly. As I approached the mirror I couldn't help but stare at my reflection.

My naked reflection made my stomach twist. I wasn't healthy, not by a long shot.

My face was a bit gaunt, the dark circles popping out against my pale skin.

Slipping on my clothes, I stared at how my hip bones stuck out. Some girls strived for this look, but not me. There was nothing sexy about the way my body looked.

All I saw when I looked at it was a girl who was sick, a girl who was broken.

"And whose fault is that?" I chastised myself while I combed my hair and brushed my teeth. Even my hair was thinner these days from lack of properly eating. I, on various occasions, wanted to just cut it all off.

But I didn't.

By the time I was dressed in my jeans, black sweater and boots I was all but ready to get back in bed and sleep the day away.

I knew I couldn't though. Dad would be pissed if we missed any more school.

After they left, we didn't return for the entire week after.

Dad explained to the school that we had come down with the flu, but everyone knew the real reason.

Because fuck, when the ever mysterious Cullens decided to skip town all of the sudden, everyone knew that something was wrong.

Neither of us wanted to back to school, but eventually figured that if we did then maybe things would be easier.

That was a lie too. If anything it was harder.

Even now, three months later, we're not really all there.

Begrudgingly I grabbed my book bag and jacket before heading downstairs.

The lights on the stove flashed seven twenty when I walked into the kitchen to attempt to eat something.

Nothing appealed to me these days and it took nearly everything I had to chew on a granola bar. I had to eat it quick though, needing something in my stomach to last me until lunch.

After practically eating the damn thing in two bites, I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with tap water.

Back at the table, I rummaged in the bottom of my bag for a tiny tin buried beneath my books. Opening it, I took the small white pill out and chased it down quickly before tossing it back in the bag.

I hated hiding it from them, but I knew Bella would hit the roof if she found out I was on anti-depressants.

After all, she was having a much harder time with this than I was. She didn't need to be worrying about me.

I didn't want to take them, but I knew I needed them to get me through the day. Between school and keeping an eye on Bella, I was always in desperate need of them.

I sat around and waited for her, knowing she'd be in here within the next few minutes.

It was always the same.

These days time meant nothing. It just all blurred together.

Before, we would anxiously await their arrival.

These days, I drove Bella and me to school.

She still had her truck, but it reminded her too much of that day to even look at it.

At seven thirty, my sister finally showed herself.

"Hey," She walked by me, her eyes barely flickering towards me.

"Morning," I watched her every movement.

Almost like a robot, she grabbed a piece of fruit off the counter and slowly ate it. Her fingers occasionally strummed on the counter as she stared out the window.

I knew what she was looking for. She didn't even need to voice it.

She was looking, waiting for any sign of them.

Though we knew they wouldn't be standing in our backyard, a part us wanted to believe that they would just come walking out of the woods and this would all be over.

We both knew that was just a fantasy that constantly plagued our minds.

It only took Bells a few minutes to eat her apple and while she got the rest of her things I went outside to heart the car up for a few minutes.

As I sat inside of the car, I rested my head on the steering wheel and waited for this sudden headache to subside.

It didn't of course, but that was to be expected. My headaches were just another part of my 'he left me and now I have to deal alone' rituals.

I only sat up when Bella slipped into the passenger seat and tossed all her things on the floor.

My sister had always been so organized, but now it was like she didn't care.

"You ready?" I put the car in reverse and pulled out before she could answer. I knew the longer we stayed in the driveway, the greater the temptation would be to just stay home.

It only took us ten minutes to get to school and eight of those minutes were spent in absolute silence. I had the radio softly playing in the background, but Bella wasn't a big fan of music these days.

Or so she claimed.

Every now and then I would hear her try and hum that damn song he had written for her.

She could never get it right though.

Of course she wouldn't. It was only perfect when he hummed and played it for her.

The bastard took the copy of the CD with said lullaby on it, clearly having talked this over with his brother.

Pulling into the parking lot, my hands tightened on the steering wheel as anger began to build inside of me.

If I wasn't breaking down, I was pissed off.

There never seemed to be an in between when it came to those boys.

Had they talked about it before they both decided to break our hearts? Had they sat around and concocted brilliant ways to torture us further by taking away every single thing that reminded us of them?

They had to. The similarities were more than just a coincidence. Because God only knows that they weren't the same type of person, their characters seemingly opposite in fact.

That is until they both decided to leave.

"Eve," Bella's voice pulled me away from my thoughts "what's today?"

I glanced over at my sister, taking my seatbelt off. "It's Friday, Bells."

She nodded, getting out of the car with a slight frown. "The weekend,"

Weekends were always the worst. There were no eight hours spent on academics for two days.

Weekends meant forty eight hours of sitting at home and not doing a single thing.

They meant intensified nightmares and fewer hours to sleep.

Above everything else, it meant sitting around and thinking about everything we no longer had.

Memories consumed and the pain increased tenfold.

"Fuckers," I slammed my car door shut and caught up with Bella. I linked my arm through hers as we walked onto campus. Though we didn't say much, she was still my sister and I had to protect her from the gawking bystanders that were our class mates.

Two thoughts filled my mind as we made our way to first period.

Two thoughts, like good and evil, fought for dominance in my head.

When I thought about what they did to us, I hated them. I fucking hated them with everything I had and knew it would be better if I never saw them again.

That, yes, moving on would be ideal thing to do. Live a 'normal' life.

But then there was a part of me that clung desperately to the hope that the things they did and said were mere lies and that they'd be coming back at any moment, returning that spark of life they took when they left.

It was usually the latter thought that won the battle.

Everything they did…and we still were hooked.

We probably always would be.

I watched my sister, seeing how frail she looked, before thinking about myself and how horrible I looked and felt.

I came to one conclusion.

Bella's falling for Edward and my falling for Jasper was perhaps the best and quite possibly the most painful thing either of us have ever had to endure.

All we had left were memories.

Memories of the good before we quickly faded back into the darkness left by the same people who vowed to love us forever.

I was beginning to wonder if the nightmares and the pain was all I would now from now on.

Would I ever be able to find some sort of light in this constant cycle of darkness?

Or, were the haunting memories all I had left?

So you guys what did you think? I would love to know what you thought about Eve. She's truly a character who I love & hope you guys will come to love as well.

The star of this story won't make his official appearance until chapter three. We still have some more Bella/Eve business to attend to.

Your reviews would be greatly appreciated my loves! You know they're my addiction!!