Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga
My whole life's been a blur.
An exciting one, a sad one, a boring one… I'll never know.
My life seems to slip through my fingers as it moves forward. The more I do; the more people I meet, the more of my past I seem to forget.
There's nothing wrong with me. At least nothing that wrong that they could find.
But you start to second guess yourself when your own high school graduation starts to seem like a distant dream…
My mom had just moved she, my brother and I to La Push last month.
We'd been moving around a lot in my mother's vain attempt to keep our family sane. We always moved before someone realized I had forgotten their name after knowing them for months, or that I needed directions to a building I had been to just moments before.
It actually kept us all sane, knowing that we could stay away from prying eyes, away from all the names…
But something clicked with mom after dad died. It seemed like she just didn't have it in her to care anymore.
The determination in her eyes seemed to dim to a low will to continue to survive. La Push would be our last move, I was sure of it.
But things would be different here. There would be nothing to remind me of the last place we'd lived. La Push was almost the exact opposite of California. If that was our last home…
Mom wouldn't be running around juggling multiple jobs and raising two kids anymore.
In fact, after the first couple of weeks, I noticed that she didn't really do much at all.
I had gotten lost going from the supermarket to our house almost every day. But it wasn't mom to drag me home, it was my little brother.
He was normal. My mom's ray of sunlight when she thought of her two kids. He was the golden child, her pride and joy.
His name was Harold, Harry for short. It took me almost a year after he was born to remember his name, I was seven.
But I loved him, more than anything in the world. He was one of the few things in life that I remembered and truly loved. In a way, he was my pride and joy too.
"Kells, the fridge is empty. Again." I looked up from the kitchen table. I had come in here for a reason...
"I went shopping yesterday," I told him. Or at least, I was pretty sure I had...
The fridge shouldn't be empty already. It couldn't be.
I had spent my unused college fund to support this family for years after dad died. I was starting run dry. We only had a few dollars left to our name.
Well, I did anyway. Who knew how much money mom had stashed away.
"Kells, its empty. Look for yourself." I frowned, but peeked beneath his arm into the fridge.
He was right. Apart for a couple of eggs and a bit of milk, there was nothing.
I took a step back, blinking rapidly, trying to remember the last time I had restocked the fridge.
I stumbled into the table, but nothing came to me. I didn't realize I was trembling, until Harry put his hands on my shoulders, steadying me.
"Kells!" I stared at him blankly. Little Harry was practically taking care of me. My fourteen year old brother was more capable of maintaining this family than I was.
"Kelly!" I bit my lip, pulling away from his grip.
"I'll go get more," I said with determination, avoiding his eyes. "I'll be back soon."
"Kelly, I can go." I shook my head, picking up my keys and walking towards the door.
"No. Watch mom." I slammed the door shut behind me.
"Left Kells, left!" I grimaced.
"I know where it is!" Of course I knew I was supposed to go left, of course I did...
The little grocery store seemed more packed than it usually was. It took me a while to remember it was Saturday. I had never been here on a Saturday...
"Hi Kelly!" I looked up and smiled at the girl at the cash register.
"Hello."
"I haven't seen you in two weeks! How are you?" I tried not to look too baffled as I responded. Was I supposed to know her?
"I'm fine, just fine. How are you...?" I glanced down at her nametag. "Kim?" She smiled.
"I'm great. Well, I better leave you to your shopping. It was nice seeing you again Kelly." I nodded, turning away.
Kim, Kim, Kim, Kim...
"Oh! Sorry!" I quickly dropped to floor, picking up the packages of meat that had fallen from the person's basket. I was such a clutz. "I'm really sorry."
I kept my head down as I passed him the meat.
"It's fine." But his voice was shaking, and as he took the meat from me, I noticed his hands were shaking too. I took a step back, suddenly cautious.
Maybe I should have let Harry go to the store after all...
I looked up at the giant, muscular and trembling man in front of me with wide eyes, clutching my keys in my hand. Shoot, I forgot my wallet...
He glared at me for a few seconds, before frowning and stumbling back.
He blinked at me, his eyes softening before flashing and becoming more hostile than they had before.
"Excuse me." His voice was hoarse, like he was trying to keep something inside of him.
He dropped the basket, pushed past me and beeline towards the door.
For some stupid reason, I followed him, only stopping when we got to the front of the store.
"Paul!" I stared at the cashier. Kim, right. I stared at Kim.
Paul? His name was Paul.
As I walked home that afternoon, empty handed, I wasn't thinking about how I would feed my hungry brother, or how I what I would do for money.
The only thing I could think of was Paul, and the way he glared at me.
I stopped outside the front door.
This Paul person was stuck in my head. And for some reason, I honestly hoped he would be someone I would never forget.
So, technically speaking this story was supposed to published after I finished Higher Ground. Which is finished, I just need to touch up on some things. I also feel like I don't want to end that story, but I have too.
So I wanted to see how people would react to my next project. It'll get better I promise.(:
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