You and Me

Inspired by the life and times of a great person and an even greater story.

Prologue:

"It's you and me, and all other people… and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you."

Elizabeth Nicole Tombs has always been different. Orphaned when she was seven, Nicky is sent to a far away place to people she doesn't even know. Everyone seems so different, everything so knew to her. She has a different attitude, a different personality, a different ability, and a different skin colour.

This is pulling her into a world where she knows she'll never fit in. An ideal girl or friend for any reserve person, but why can't these kids see that? She'll never know.

Nicky has lost all hope and her direction on life. Can one pack boy put everything back together for her?

But what will happen when the two are pulled apart, not only by their friends, but by their difference in their look on life and abilities?

'At first, it seemed as if it were just you and me, side by side made perfectly for each other. I was meant for you, and you for me. But as I think about more and see what's truly tearing us apart, the truth becomes clearer. I'm no good for you. You need someone good, and you and I both know I can't be that person.'

It's a story of trial and error, love and friendship, sacrifice and redemption. Love and friendship is put to the test and in this story, we'll see if there really is such a thing as a happily ever after for people to look up too. What do you think? Can one wolf save the life of an imprint he never wanted anything to do with? Or will he leave the fate of his girl up to her own stupid decisions?

Chapter One: Nothing to Loose

Nicole's POV.

As I clutched the single white rose to my chest, I felt the tears stain my face. Closing my eyes, I knelt beside my mother and father's graves and leant my head against their Head Stones. Sobbing, I hugged the flower closer to me, holding onto the last tie I had to my parents. A single white rose, my father use to say, can change the world if you want it too.

Lifting the rose to my face, I inhaled the scent of the flower and sighed out an overwhelming grief. The memories that flashed before my eyes knotted my stomach and tugged at my heart, pins and needles ran up the back of my neck and a lump in my throat threatened to choke me to death. The air was heavy and moist with rain. Apart from the steady hum of the wind behind me, the only noise came from a fluctuated bird. Everything else was silent, and other then the quiet souls of my dead parents, I was all alone.

"I'm so sorry mom, dad. I wish I could be better for you." I whispered underneath my breath, my words and throat catching, tears running from my sore, swollen eyes. "I'm trying, I really am. But I can't figure out what's wrong with me anymore." clenching my eyes shut with more force then necessary, I prayed for some being, something, to come take me from this miserable life. Put me out of my misery.

But there was no hope. I had been living in La Push for nine years, and by now, I've had enough time to realize something. I will never fit in. It wouldn't matter if I acted different, or dressed different. It wouldn't matter if I wasn't rich, it wouldn't matter even if I had the same colour skin tone as these people. They would never accept me. I was too different.

Jason and Stephanie Tombs had taken care of me since I had lost my parents. They were pleasant and nice. But they were blind. I needed a family, parents. And these people could only be my friends. I needed to fit in, to be somebody, but I couldn't. I can try and try, but no matter how high I climb… I will always be pushed back down again, and I don't know how much longer I can stand being thrown down the same way.

I know I have to be thankful for my life, my families' money and their caring ways. But I would give it all up if it meant I could have my parents back again. I'm sick of being empty, of not knowing what it's like to be loved, to have friends, or boyfriends. I knew I was beautiful, and I could be a great friend if people would give me a chance. I could do things that no other person could, but I was never given a chance to share that with anybody. I had dug a hole, and somehow found my way into burying myself in it.

My looks had ceased to matter and my extra ability ignored, pleasant memories were all but forgotten, and memories filled with pain and suffering moved in to replace them. I had fallen so far and so fast from where I was, I didn't know who I was anymore. My life was one big black hole and through the time I had been here, I knew there was no escaping the truth of what I had turned into.

They had turned me into this, the family and friends I thought I had, the family and friend's I should have had. They left me, and now I sit here, on my parent's grave wondering what my life would have been like if I would have been able to fit in. But now I've turned from the innocent child I was, to this… this monster I have become. I've lost myself. Because when they left, they took my life with them, leaving me shallow and empty. Like a breakable glass with no contents.

I hate my life, and I hate the people that did this to me. I hate my parents for leaving my like this. I hate the locals for rejecting me and my friends for abandoning me because I left them. I hate the people that walk around everyday happy because they have everything I could only ever wish for and they look past it for bigger and better things. I hate everyone, because they have everything that I've always wanted, and there's nothing I can do about it.

But most of all, I hate myself. I hate myself for being too stupid and naïve as to think someone would ever care about me. I hate the monster I have become, and the demon that lurks inside me. I hate the emptiness I feel every second that passes. I hate the ways I can set myself up for happiness only to be torn back down again by someone that can't stand to see me happy. But out of everything, I hate that there is still a small part of me that believes that maybe someone, somewhere has feelings for me, true, real, pure feelings. And the more I try to ignore it, the more it makes itself known.

Suddenly, the rain started to spit on me, as if it had planned to take me down with it as it fell. Kissing the rose, I laid it across the two headstones and raised to my feet. Looking down, I stared at the two names and sighed. "Bye mom, bye dad." I whispered before walking over to my new truck.

Stepping in from the rain, the smell of new leather and plastic overwhelmed me. It was a brand new duel pick up truck I had gotten for a birthday gift. My driver's licence as well as my driving experience was new. I wasn't exactly use to the idea of being behind the wheel. Why Steph and Jason would have bought me something so big I will never understand, I wasn't going anywhere with anyone soon. In a way I suppose it replaced a false hope in their minds that maybe someday their adopted daughter would make some friends and drive away with them, acting like a normal teenager.

Driving through town, I watched all the couples and friends walk side by side laughing and talking down the sidewalk. The roads were long, wet and muddy and the hum of the engine was the only sound I heard other then the occasional stone hitting the bottom of the vehicle. Sighing, I leant forwards and pushed the on button for the radio and flipping through the stations, I eventually gave up as I pulled into the driveway of my beach side home.

Walking towards the door, I unlocked the portal and sauntered inside my empty house. Jason had taken Stephanie for an all included vacation for a month so I had the house to myself. My footsteps seemed to echo throughout the hollow house as I walked in. This place would have most likely cost more then the beach itself but I couldn't complain, there was always lots of room to get away from everyone.

Running through the house to my bedroom, I quickly changed and through a pair of shorts, a sweatshirt, a pair of runners and a baseball cap over my black hair. Marching out the back of the patio doors, I let the wave of fresh sea air pull me towards the water. My music playing was on shuffle and as I began to warm up and stretch I smiled at the freedom of the ocean. Dangerous and free, something I've always wanted to be.

As I ran, the wind blew me from all sides and I couldn't help the shrill laugh that escaped my mouth as my feet sunk into the wet sand beneath my shoes. Running was my escape, when I ran, I felt as if I was running from all my troubles and they would never catch me ever again. It was something I enjoyed. Pushing myself to my limits, and then mentally rejoicing for my achievements.

I had run all along First Beach and I could see the cliffs and the area for the public, it looked empty, and perfect. It was a regular occurrence when the beach was empty when the weather was bad. Running to the top, I turned my music up and sat on the edge of the cliff, dangling my feet over the very top and watching the wave's crash beneath me. The wind whipped my face and I raised my head to the falling rain and closed my eyes, welcoming the refreshing feeling of falling water on my face.

Looking down, I took the locket form my neck and opened the closed heart. Inside it, were two pictures. One of my mother, and another of my father and me. They had given it to me the Christmas before they died and I had worn it everyday since. Dropping it back inside my shirt I closed my eyes once again and let the sound of the wind and rain and waves take me away.

Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the fresh air for the second time that day and sighed in contentment. But suddenly, over my music I heard the deep voice of a boy behind me. Pulling my earphones out, I bolted to my feet and spun round to see the faces of the La Push gang. Ten boys stood in front of me and I recognized each one of them. I had run into them more then once at school before, and I had never left happy.

"Why if it isn't Lonely Lizzie… what are you doing up here?" Collin teased, refreshing a forgotten nickname of the past. This is where I had learnt all of my resentment, where I had conquered my built up emotions, when these boys took to the game; my whole life had then changed. They were on this planet to do nothing but make it harder for me it seemed at times.

Closing my eyes for the split second to make my next decision, I opened my green eyes to see the smirking, mocking faces of the boys before me. Taking one step back, I could see the looks of confusion pass before they realized what I was doing. It was suicide, and I couldn't find it in myself to care. I had lived with pain long enough to learn all of one thing in my life. To love is to be destroyed. When you find it in yourself to love another person, your setting yourself up for pain and hurt. I had done it so many times, I had lost count. Steph and Jason would be displeased, but they didn't know what it was like. To live everyday alone, playing for the mercy of death to grant you a single wish, to take me with it on it's journey. I had been a good child through my years, I deserved to die while I could still live myself. It was better this way regardless. This one last step would send me flying over the edge.

Suddenly, it felt as if my one last step was carrying the weight of the world on it. Time seemed to slow down, and as Sam, the oldest lunged to catch me, it was too late, I was flying through the air towards the rapidly growing deathly white waters. It was a shrill moment, I felt as if I could fly and the thrill of the fall was heart pounding. The impact of the water stung my back and legs… forcing the last breath from my lungs, and the freezing impact of the water shook my whole body. My breath caught in my throat and as I gasped, the water entered my system and burned my lungs fiercely.

Struggling against the rapids and currents of the water, my body was loosing energy and the temperature was taking its effect on me as I struggled to find the surface. After what felt like years of searching, I lost my direction and interpretation of which way was up or down, and by that point, it had ceased to matter. I had lost the fight, and finally, I could be happy and forget the pain as death would find me. So as I felt my life slip through my fingers, I had no problem in letting it go.

But clearly, fate had a different idea in mind. Because suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around my torso and pulled me from the water and to the surface. Taking a gulp of the crisp cold air, the oxygen burned my lungs and I could feel my consciousness slipping as I was dragged ashore. The sand was warmer then the air and I wanted desperately to bury myself in it. But the shrill yells of a husky voice woke me from my trance.

"Hey! Get up you idiot!" the voice was right next to me and I could feel the panic in his voice.

"What the hell kind of stunt was that you retard? What the hell were you thinking?" the voice screamed as I opened my eyes and the light instantly burned them. Starring up, I saw a mass of tanned heads and black hair above me. Clearing my vision, I watched as one by one, the boys began to clear away, leaving only one or two last.

"Are you okay?" the bigger one asked concerned. But instead of replying, I pulled myself to my feet and stood up. Dizzy from the sudden movement, my whole body began to shake from the cold and ache from exhaustion. My legs felt like jelly and my lungs couldn't suck in the air fast enough. "What were you trying to do exactly?" the boy asked from behind as I started towards my house which was a good mile or two away.

"It was attempted suicide and it would have worked if you wouldn't have gotten in the way." I replied as I continued to walk. At first, it was meant to be a joke… but I couldn't help but think that what I was doing was exactly as it sounded. It was attempted suicide, and I was hoping for it to work in a way.

"You do know that's illegal right?" a different voice this time asked incredulously.

"Yes, Einstein… thank you. Why don't you do us all a favour and report me, maybe I'll get sent to jail and put out of my misery." I mumbled through shivering lips.

"Where's your house?" another voice asked, different from the others. More defined, and younger compared to the others around.

"Bout a mile or two that way." I sighed as I finally turned round and pointed in the direction of my house.

When I turned round, what I didn't expect to see was all ten boys starring at me questioningly. Wrapping my arms across my chest, I made an attempt to hold myself together; worried my violent shivering would eventually force me into a nervous break down or shock. The air seemed thicker and my head seemed to get lighter and lighter. My body felt as if it would fall over any second and collapse into the sand.

Suddenly, my legs buckled from under me and I could feel the air fly past as I fell towards to sandy beach. But before I could make contact, I felt a pair of strong arms steady me and pull me back to my feet. Looking up to meet the eyes of the boy who caught me, I turned my head to find myself starring into two dark brown circles and I saw my life flash before my eyes, and he was in every bit of it. I couldn't force myself to look away, I was trapped, and at first, it was wonderful. But I looked away suddenly and shook my head, this couldn't be happening, I can't be falling for this. Not now, not with him.

But it was impossible. His warm body against my cold one, his strong arms wrapped safely around me, and the static pull that seemed to force me towards him. For a second, it was as if nothing else mattered, all there was, was him. Nothing and no one else. The sand and wind had disappeared as did the raging waters. We weren't standing in front of his friends, and he wasn't just the same old cocky pack boy who had harassed me all through school. This was the boy I was meant to spend my life with, the one who would save me.

Yet reality was natural and sometime I had to wake up from the stupid fantasy. Still feeling his hands around my torso, I quickly pushed them away and straightened immediately. Feeling the tears begin to streak my face, I bolted across the sand, running as fast as I could forcing my small legs to run and pushing harder when I felt them fail under me. There had been a pull, I was falling for Brady, the La Push pack boy, and I hated it.

As much as I enjoyed running. This brought no joy, no freedom as I ran. I could hear the angry waves and the vicious wind. I could feel every shiver wrack my body and I could see every tear blur my vision as I silently cried. But after what seemed like forever running, my big empty house came into view. Running through the back door, I bolted up the stairs and into the warm shower. Praying I would escape this action without shock.

Sighing, I sniffled and shivered as the hot water ran down my tense muscles and loosened my body. The longer I spent in the shower, the more I forgot, and the less painful it was. Pinning my hair up, the only remedy I had for my pain and cold was a bunch of pain killers and a warm blanket with the TV beside me. Drugged, I lie on the couch and allowed the slumber, due to the pain killer overdose, take me under.

Waking up the next morning, nothing seemed better. I was sick, and not just physically, I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening, or the fact that I had fallen for not only a boy that I despised, but a boy I hardly knew. I remained on the couch for days, refusing to move for anything other then what I really needed. Letting the pain eat me away to nothing, I finished the pain killers within the first few days, but nothing was helping. I couldn't make anything go away.

My sleeping hours were scattered, I couldn't sleep some nights, but could do nothing but sleep for days straight at times. I had lost track of time and who I was after a while. I couldn't force myself to remember anything I needed to and though I desperately wanted some, I had run out of pain killers to drug myself with, to forget with.

It was always dark and gloomy, but the sun and light hurt me, and I figured I was in enough pain for now. But when Stephanie and Jason walked through the front door in high spirits, they were immediately pulled from their celebrating by my shocking state.

It took all of one whole month of missed school and constant trips to the pharmacy and hospital. Steph and Jason swore they would never go on another trip together and leave me ever again, and they made me promise to never go cliff diving again. When they asked who pulled me from the water, I had to lie. I couldn't handle all the stories all ready, or the questions. So I told everyone I swam out of the water, and continued to keep to myself. But the pull I felt for the boy who stole my heart that day continued to torture me through every agonizing second that passed.

I found myself watching him more at school, and turning to catch his stare on my back. I couldn't help but know that the pack would talk to him about me, and I could do nothing but run from the building. Brady was handsome, more so then I ever could have imagined or noticed before. His hair was cropped shorter and spiky; he was tall and built like a tower. Muscular and lanky in some ways. His smile and laugh were like music to my ears and I hated every second of it. People say when you love someone enough; you'll be willing to give up anything for them. But in a way, I was a bridge over the separation for both sides. I felt as if I couldn't live without him, and everyday seemed to make me feel more the same and it continued to get worse. But I had my whole life in front of me. A whole life full of people I'll meet that will learn to love me for me, who will respect me and praise my friendship. People who will give me everything I've been deprived of here, in this place. Everything I deserve.

The beach was cold. And as I walked, my thoughts on the days past seemed to grow louder. As if I were trying to run and they didn't want me to leave. They continued to grow in volume in stressful voices and as I stood on the beach, the wind blowing my hair and the splashing water staining my long, pale legs, I could concentrate on listening to what my mind was telling me to do. But at this point, it was screaming for me to find Brady, or go to him. Closing my eyes, I tried clearing my mind and breathing in and out, but his eyes and face continued to get caught in my head.

Sighing, I gave up and opened my eyes to look out to the stormy waters. "You're a pretty one." the whisper came from beside my shoulder. I could hear his breath on my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. I desired for someone to finally tell me a compliment such as that, but I yearned for his voice. His breath on my neck that sent pleasant shivers down my spine. Not a cold voice such as this one.

Standing rigid in the same spot. I felt the being walk around to the front of my body before I saw it happen. He was tall and big, towering over me with skin as white as the clouds above and eyes as red as a ruby diamond, red as blood almost. His skin almost sparkled in the dim sunlight and as I took an alerting step back from natural instinct of what was dangerous and what was not, the creature smiled and his eyes flashed at the sudden act of fright.

"Tell me girl. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you truly are?" his voice was cold and harsh, but he spoke with an understanding. As if he knew exactly how I felt and why. Slowly shaking my head, I held my ground and watched as the boy's head slanted to one side as he shook it. "It's a shame, because it's true. And I hate to take the life of such a natural beauty, so I'm going to let you live, but with a price."

The truth in the stranger's voice was horrid and challenging. But holding my ground, I knew the dangers of standing against him. I knew I had now put my life on the line, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. If I were dieing, I would go down with at least some dignity. My breathing stopped as he leant his head towards my neck and inhaled deeply, as if he were smelling me. "Hmm, intoxicating. Like nothing I've ever smelt before." he sighed and leaned closer.

I could feel his lips brush over the skin on my forced, exposed skin and as he kissed me softly and gently, I shivered at the touch and attempted to move away, but in an instant, a pair of vice grips was wrapped around my torso forcing my body against his own. The panic set in and as I struggled against his grip, I couldn't find it in me to scream, it was as if someone had taken my voice. When suddenly, the weight was gone as so were the lips, but as I sailed through the air, I couldn't help but see the blurs of dark brown and white skin.

Landing with a mighty crash, I saw the dead log before I hit it. Out of nowhere, air wasn't good enough and the blackness and pain that had struck my ribs and stomach were over whelming. I felt my life slipping through my fingers, but as I heard the shreds and metallic screeches, I couldn't help but question as the pain took over my body and knocked me unconscious a split second before I began to feel the skin on my back tear down on a diagonal.

Waking up to white walls, everything was sterile, too sterile. The scent of rubbing alcohol, plastic, and hand sanitizer filled my nostrils and broke me from my sleep. Opening my eyes, everything seemed blurry and as I pulled my arms towards my eyes to rub the pain away, I found I couldn't move them. Squinting my eyes shut, I blinked many times before finally opening them fully and taking in the scenery around me.

At first, all I saw was the white ceiling and a bright, blinding light. But as I lifted my head, I saw all the medical equipment and IV's for a hospital, and machinery that looked to be something used by a person on their deathbed. Focusing on the colours around me, I saw Steph and Jason talking and arguing a group of males outside the window in the door of the hospital room. Assuming I was in the hospital, I searched desperately for the remote that controlled the incline of the bed. Finally finding it, I pressed the button for my bed to move up, and hearing the noise, Steph and Jason came into the room immediately.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until I reached a certain point of incline. My back broke out in a burning pain and such agony flared through my rib cage I figured I would have died from searing pain. Suddenly, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I restrained against the guards of my bed and the harder I pulled, the more I hurt. How I wished to be back at home on my bed, and suddenly… with a burst of air, I was laying on my queen bed in my bedroom back home with my head propped on the pillows and my arms free. The hospital nightgown still hung-over my shoulders and tied at the back, and my hair in a wild mess around me.

Shock began to settle in as I looked around at my room and my hands and arms. Everything seemed to be attached, but I had teleported from where I was, to my bedroom, the very place I was desperate to go to. All I did, was picture the place, and want to go there. Thinking of the hospital and bed, I imagined myself lying on top of the covers and restraints and in another burst of air and wind; I was greeted by the same sterile welcome.

Opening my eyes, I looked around again and I was lying on the bed of the hospital and searching for an answer, I met Stephanie and Jason's eyes and rapidly assumed they knew more about this then I was guessing, and they knew what was happening to me.

"Wha…" I whispered but my breath came up short, proving my lungs not strong enough for the change at the moment.

"We'll explain everything when you wake up Nicky, don't worry. I promise it'll be okay." Steph's voice was calm yet worried, as if my time was limited… and as far as I knew, I had plenty time. She seemed frightfully uneasy about the situation and Jason still seemed to be in shock. This new concept was scarring me, and I wanted nothing more then the warm comfort of my parents. At least I had something to look forward to when I woke up.

I watched as the nurse walked into the room with a needle and plunged the tool into my arm painfully… sending me into a state of unconscious once again.


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