Hi!
Um, this is my new story. Made purely because I have writer's block on my other stories. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it going or not, or maybe, just take it down or whatever. I'll give it some time to see if anybody likes it, but if not, I'll just take it down.
This is a bit different from my other stories, let me tell you. My other's stories are either happy or have lots of random humor because I'm not to good with all of the drama and junk. But I think it's time to turn a little bit, make a different story with some drama and stuff if in so I can start building at that skill, you know?
Damn, I ramble. XD
Anywhoo, just needed to get that out.
Rated T for swearing and violence and romance and because I swear in my author's notes and because I'm paranoid. XD
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
ONWARD!
Playlist For Chapter:
White Demon Love Song - The Killers
Meet Me On The Equinox - Death Cab For Cutie
"I don't want to go here. I want to go back home. Back home where we belong," I mumbled.
Ash's hand clutched mine again, harder this time. He squeezed it, and I looked up, just a little bit, enough to catch his looks; his golden blond hair, and his daring green eyes. I bit my lip, trying not to say anything anymore.
Our mother sighed, her blond curls shaking. I could see it from where I was sitting in the car. I looked down again, my gaze lingering on Ash's left leg.
"Dusty, I understand what you're going through. But your scars are nothing to be ashamed about. Ash, your limp makes you special. It makes you . . . well, you. I want you guys to embrace Forks and love it. Please. Do it for your father." My mother shook her head again, but this time I didn't need to know why.
The mention of my scars and Ash's limp made me grit my teeth.
I remember why our whole family– but my mom–had scars. Our family had been attacked by a pride of starving mountain lions when we had been hiking only four summers ago. One of the lion's attacked our father first, taking his life, leaving his body lifeless on the ground. A second had Ash's leg and had torn it up into shreds. The third had left my mother alone, who was screaming and yelling and trying to fight for the lives of her children. The fourth one, however, had gotten to me, and had torn up my shoulders and neck, and had left one single scar across my right eye.
The reason we were all still alive was because of another hiker. He had been able to make a torch to scare the lions away, and then he had been able to make a signal fire to signal for help.
My mother had believed it was her fault. She had thought, because she had been the one to suggest hiking, that it was her fault for this. Even though we were all healed–all I had left were scars, and all that Ash had left was the limp and the scars on his leg–our heart's still ached with the pain from my father's death.
My emotions bubbled to a boiling point, but not wanting to fight with my mother right now, I slowly let go of my brother's hand, and I grabbed my bag. I opened the door to the car that we were in, and I slowly got out, the air cool around me. I stepped back, waiting for my brother to come out too.
Ash got out, holding his back pack as well. He stepped onto the concrete parking lot of Forks High, and he leaned a little to his right. He stepped toward me, walking, his limp very noticeable.
"Smile!" Our mother suggested before Ash closed the door on her.
He stepped back a little bit again, as my mother, waving frantically to us, pulled away in the red car that we all shared. Ash managed to wave back, but I didn't. Ash looked down at me, smiling delicately.
I slowly panned up to the sky, the gray clouds swirling around like they were lost. Kind of like they were lost in life, like me. A light drizzle was falling from them as they swirled menacingly again, but no wind came.
"Hey," he said, his voice soft. "Who said we had to go to school?"
My brows furrowed. "What the hell do you mean?"
He grinned, pulling out a sleek black cell that we were both suppose to share. It was only for emergencies. He flipped it open, and dialed a number very quickly. He put it to his ear, and then, I assumed, when someone answered it, he said, "I need a taxi at Forks High. To La Push."
Well, there you have it! It's different, see?
Thanks for taking your time and reading this.
Can you do me a favor? Can you review telling me if I should keep this story going? Thanks. XD :D
BAI!