A/N: So I got bored one day and decided to start a short little story about the girl that Jacob imprints on we all know he needs to move on. I'm still working on my other one but I got side-tracked with this idea. Enjoy!
The snow crunched beneath my feet as I dragged my cold feet down the powdery streets. The icy cold wind stabbed at my skin like a thousand needles; though it helped to numb my throbbing aches. I noticed that the most significant pain that had erupted on the side of my head was slowly disappearing. I wondered if the blood had begun to freeze since the blood dripping from my bottom lip had. I should have known better than to egg my stepfather on, especially since the bruise around my left eye had not completely healed yet. But brining up my dead mother was going far beyond the line.
Though on the outside it had looked like my mother had married the perfect man, inside the secrets of our house his business-like appearance quickly disappeared to be replaced by a violent drunk who liked the idea of making others bleed. None of the violence had started until after my mother had died in her "accident." I knew he hated my mother, only marrying her for her money. And it wasn't until after she died did Mark, my stepfather, began drinking more often. He hated everything about me; my awkwardness in the world; how I always believed that there were other things out there in the world besides us simple humans. Little trivial things that seem to send him over the edge.
Instead of leaving me alone to watch my favorite movie, Interview with a Vampire, he decided to get drunk and shout about my mother. He was pissed that she had left her money to me and each day after her death I began to fear for my own life. I know I should have sought help, but who would the authorities believe; weird, outcast Samantha Gulara or a savvy business-man like Mark Adams?
Tonight I decided to fight back more than I ever had in my life. I knew I would regret striking him but at the moment I didn't care. I could take care of myself. I didn't need anyone. I was more focused on the invisible pull like a fishing line that lead me down the street.
This mysterious pull was often drawing me into the woods in my dreams, always leading me down the familiar path to my secret spot near the river, but never had I felt this way while I was awake. It was as if my mother was guiding me through the hazy vision I was beginning to experience to a place much like my own haven.
A hidden patch of ice had caused me to fall backwards; one of my furry slippers flew off of my feet. Great, I thought to myself, let's add an ass injury to the list. I brushed my self off and retrieved my slipper, still continuing down the deserted streets. I did not need to worry about curious onlookers tonight. They were all cozied up in their warm houses with their families. That is was families do on Christmas Eve, after all. I spat out a bit of blood that was forming in my mouth onto the white ground and continued onwards.
The looming trees of the forest were growing ever closer now. I hadn't been to my favorite spot in so long and I longed for its comfort; longed for the memories it held there with me and my mother. It used to be the place we went to after my father had died, but we stopped going once Mark came into the picture.
It was stupid of me to keep walking out in the cold in my condition but I didn't care. The slight limp in my walk had definitely slowed me down but I had already come so far. I was so close to my haven. I did not even care if I were to die at the spot; the amount of blood that stained my head could not have been a good thing. I had nothing left for me here in this quiet, mountainous town. No family. No friends. School was just another place of hell for me. Maybe I would just sit on my favorite rock and wait for me to freeze to death while chewing on a pine cone, that way when scientists found me thousands of years from now I would have been eating something like the time when they found that mammoth.
The weird pull was back, making my numb feet move faster. Why was I being drawn into the woods after all this time?
After a few more minutes of walking I finally saw the familiar opening in the trees. I needed to get to the spot by the river, that's what the voice inside my head was telling me. I truly believed that it was my mother calling to me in my slowly slipping mind. No one else knew of our spot. Or maybe it was just the safest place I knew and that I was going there on my own accord. No. It was something-or someone- pulling me there. I forced myself to keep walking.
The trees around me were starting to get blurry. My vision was starting to slip. I could feel myself slowing down. Each breath brought a fresh sting to my lungs. But I was close. The unexplainable pull had brought me here, less than fifty feet away.
I stopped to lean against a thick pine, catching my breath and wincing with each throb of pain. Everything around me began to swirl. The aching of my body was more apparent than ever. Pushing myself off of the tree I forced myself to continue on.
That was when I saw him. It was as if my vision was only focusing on him. There, sitting on top of my favorite rock, was a man with russet colored skin and shaggy hair that reached his chin. He must not have noticed me. He seemed completely lost in thought. I was amazed at how he could sit so still in this freezing weather when he seemed to only be wearing a pair of tattered sweatpants. It looked like rain was dripping down his bare back, though fresh flakes were falling through the trees.
His body showed no signs of pain, but his faced was pulled into a painful and sad expression. I stopped moving forward. I recognized that expression on several people at both my father and mothers funeral. I wondered if someone close to him had just recently died.
Despite my current pain, I felt that I needed to comfort this strange man. I took a step forward. A small twig had snapped under my slipper and had caused the mans head to snap up in my direction.
My feet were suddenly rooted to the ground, though it could have been because I no longer felt them. I couldn't take my eyes away from him. Sure, he looked to be in his twenties, but that didn't matter to me. The pull was back and I felt suddenly...connected.
Everything was feeling so surreal at this point. Like I was dreaming. The world had stopped the instant our eyes met. It was as if we were the only two in the universe. The only two that mattered. I realized then that I was lying to myself. I lied to myself about not needing anyone. I needed him.
He started walking towards me. His tall stature towering over mine once he had reached me. "What happened to you?" he asked with his husky voice in almost a whisper, extending his hand towards my cheek, a horror-struck look on his face.
As soon as his large hand touched the side of my face, I felt all my pain rush back at me at once. Though his hand was hot, the pain became overwhelming. My vision was quickly slipping into darkness as I felt my legs give out. His touch was not the cause of my pain. Quite the contrary, actually. His touch assured me somehow that I was safe, that I could give in to the pain and I knew everything would still be okay.
I felt myself being scooped up like I weighed five pounds and being pressed against his chest, which felt as if he had been standing in front of a fire for quite some time.
"I'll take care of you," was the last thing I remember him saying to me in my ear before falling into unconciousenss.
A/N: I know it was a weird begining but it helped me develop the character a little better. I may or may not write this chapter from Jacob's POV...I probably will when I have time. This story definately, DEFINATELY will not be as long as my other one. Ten chapters at the most. I just thought I'd do this for fun. Tell me what you think of it!