A/N: I pretty much started writing this story on a whim, I don't even know were my inspiration for it came from. I know that the writing style is a little weird, but rest assured that by the end it will make sense. For now if you don't understand something, review, and I will explain it in the start of the next chapter.
Anyway if I get reviews of people saying that they like it, then I will continue. If not then…well I don't know. I might have to cry, (kidding).
Disclaimer: I can only wish that I owned such greatness as Twilight. But alas I do not.
SOME ONE DIFFERENT
You watch as he turns and walks away, but what can you really say? Is there anything that you can say to make it any better? You don't think there is. Nothing can take that pain away, as you watch the flash of bronze and copper leave your line of vision.
The water that hits your nose gliding slowly down your face it a subtle reminder that you are not where you want to be, you are some place that is normally unwelcome by your pale skin and small body. The pain is not like it was the first time, you're stronger this time; you're not this same girl you were back then. You're different.
Not as naïve, not as slow, or as weak.
But that doesn't change the fact that it hurts somewhere deep in your chest, somewhere that used to have a strong thunk, thunk but know is just a dead spot in your chest. A place that you wished would have be filled, but never was.
The pain is strong, you must leave this place; you must get away.
Turning you flee, the only places that have ever felt safe to you before are now the only places you never want to see again. Would you ever be able to look at the house the same way again? How about the meadow? The little spot by the lake?
You run, but is running really enough? Will it take you away from the places you don't want to be? Somehow you don't think so. But never the less you will try, because that is who you are. You're stubborn and can't help but try to do things that may seem impossible. You have, and will always be like this I fear. Though this fear does not stop you from running. The wind hits your face, pulling at your hair. Your beautiful brown hair. At first glance it looks only plan brown, but up close you can see that it is not a mere brown, but yellow, blonde, red, bronze, and many more colors that I could never put a name to.
Twigs imbed themselves in your hair, forming a crown of sorts. It does not make you look like a princess however, though you will always be a princess to me. It makes you look wild, and nearly sinister. It makes you look like you belong in the forest, where the wild things are. You know that was your favorite book. Where the Wild Things Are. You just liked the pictures; you would have loved to live with the wild things. You would have made a home there; with the monsters.
You would have.
The rain has soaked you through long before now, and you know it. It is hard for you to tell, because you can not feel the ice cold of the water, but you can see it glancing off your chest, and dripping off the fabric of your clothing.
You find that looking back is impossible, I know that. You can't always have what you want, but did you really want that? To spend eternity tied down to him? Is that really what you wanted? You don't think so. Your head is whirling, you don't know what to think.
But then you stop, and realize. You may have just lost everything you lived for, but was there really no more living to be done? Did you really have to stop right then just because he left again? Because he tired of you?
For some strange reason you didn't think so. You turn and look behind you, but all you see is trees. Perhaps that, back there, wasn't really what you wanted. Maybe you want something more? But what? Maybe you would live and see.
What could it hurt?
How about everything? But you don't think about that you just think about all the mischief you could get into. All the things you could do. He would never let you do anything fun, well that was all about to change. Perhaps you could have some fun? Again you think, what could it hurt?
If only you had known.
You turn to the east, turning from everything you have ever known, and head for the unknown. Maybe it would be better this way? Who knows, and you most certainly don't.
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You sit in the room, the lights off, reading a book. In the last five days you have read sixteen book, all different. Like night and day. But you have found a sudden passion for books. They were good, you liked the way they sucked you in, made you believe you were someone else. Even if it was only for moments. You liked that, feeling like someone different. Whether it was good or sad, happy or bad, you didn't care you just craved the difference.
So your first mission in living life to the fullest? Buying a little shop in the little town you were living in, and what would you name it? For now you had not idea, but in the morning, when you had finished the current book you were reading, perhaps then you would know.
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