This is my second fanfic and my first one didn't quite come out the way I wanted it to. So here's a fresh start. Also all rights to Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Salt

I had never felt so alone... so vulnerable... so scared. Why did this happened? What did I do wrong? Obviously I

must have done something. There has to be some reason. Some reason why I felt so...so...cold. So dead inside.

There had to be some reason why I was up here in my room and they were all downstairs eating my mother's

cooking. Laughing and feasting, forgetting I even existed. Even my brother. He left me for them a long time ago. He

laughs and talks about me with them but I know he doesn't mean it. At least that's what he tells me or that's what I

like to believe. I stopped being a bitch. Now I'm just quiet. I let them have their laughs and I let them play their

jokes. It's no use anymore. I failed to keep up my wall. Just like I failed everything else in my life. I failed my mom,

my brother, my father, and most of all I failed Sam. That's why he left for me for my prettier, smarter, nicer cousin. I

tried to tell my self different, but what's the point. They didn't care about my pain. Them and everyone else rubbed

their "love" in my face. They purposely rubbed salt on my wounds. Those wounds that are much deeper than my

precious cousin's scars. A part of me hated myself for thinking karma had finally caught up with her. Sam would

probably rip my throat out if he heard my nasty thoughts about her. It's not like I would care. I had nothing left in my

life. Everything was ripped away from me thanks to the wolf gene in my body. 'God must truly hate me'. It rained

outside my window. I had always loved the rain. It seemed so soothing in the past. It always washed all the salt

from my scars. All the words, all the jokes, and all the pain. I hadn't felt the rain's soothing effects in so long. I stood

up from my place on my bed and grabbed my shorts and my tank top. I tried my best to ignore the happy laughter of

the pack and my mother and her new husband,Charlie, of all the people in the world it had to be my father's best

friend. I jumped out of my window eager to feel the rain. I ran as far and as fast as I could to get away from my

cousin's engagement party. I didn't know where I was but I had reached a cliff. The land was unfamiliar but inviting.

I slowly crept to the side and peered over the edge of the cliff. The water swirled so softly. It banged into the

mountain side yet it made no noise. All I could hear were the painful jabs of my pack brothers, my mother's constant

comparing of me and Emily. I always knew that Emily was my mother's ideal type of daughter. I knew I would never

match up. 'Sweetheart Emily and Sam are in love. I know you are hurt, but you need to stop being so selfish and be

happy for them. They've accepted their fate. Now you need to do the same'. It wasn't until then did I finally understand

my fate. It was to suffer and be lonely.I was meant to be this way. This was my punishment. For what...well I really

don't know but who am I to challenge God. I know now why I was brought to this cliff. I stood up and allowed the

rain to wash away all my sins. This was it. No more Sam. No more Emily. No more pack. No more imprints. I was

done. With life...with everything. So...I jumped. The feel of the wind and the rain was amazing. I had never felt so

free. I finally let go and then I landed. Right into the ocean. The water was a lot stronger than it looked. It pulled me

down and I didn't fight it. I didn't think about anything. I knew any thought of my family would bring me to start

fighting the water. So I let it drag me further and further. The water pressure was like a weight on my chest and the

water was so dark I couldn't see so I closed my eyes one last time. The water was ice cold but every part of my

body was on fire. As I floated down I allowed myself to think of my family and I felt a little surge of hope. But I knew

better. They didn't want me there so what was the point of having hope. Then I felt it. The pain and the burning was

leaving. I felt weightless and...happy. I laughed underwater and released my last bit of air.

I feel so confident about this one. This is the best I've written in a long time. I'd also like to start on some new material. So hopefully if this gets good reviews I can start brainstorming. Please R&R