Let's take it all the way back to the very beginning. What if a single piece of paper changed the entire story line of Twilight? Just let yourself consider the possibilities….Set Pre-Twilight, AH, Rated T
A/N: This short story is way out of my normal writing style. Be prepared for short chapters. You'll also have to piece things together for yourself. :D
Day 1
Get out.
Stop asking me.
Just back off.
No, I don't want to talk about it.
GO AWAY!
No one was listening to me. Nobody really saw me, saw what I needed.
Every day, the same questions from the same people, always surrounding me, haunting me.
Pressure, unbelievable pressure from all sides, home, school, friends…
Can't they see what they are doing to me? Why don't they just leave me be?
Remembering a better time, dreaming of the peace that I once had, I rediscovered a quiet haven of my childhood. Heading straight there as soon as my school day ended, I finally allowed myself to breathe, to feel, to mourn…
.
.
.
Alone.
Having finished my daily patrol, I feel the need to take a different route back home. I have no reason for doing so other than I think it's the thing to do, a whim.
As I come to the last clearing on the edge of the reservation lands, I see her, alone, sitting on a picnic table. I stop just inside the tree line to watch her.
She's not moving. She's not watching. She's lost in her own head.
I smell the salt of her tears. I hear her erratic breathing. I can sense the wracking pain of mourning radiating from her.
Making a quick decision, I decide to stay where I am. We've had too many nomads pass through lately. She would make a easy snack and I can't let that happen.
Leaning against a tree, I'll wait until she heads home. I don't want to interrupt her and I understand the need to be left alone, the need to sort things out without interruption. She deserves her privacy for whatever her reason.
It's the least I can do.