Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of it's characters. I do, however, own all OC's ;D.
A.N: So this is my first story, and I'm pretty inspired. WOOTZ! Lol. Hopefully I stay on that road. So I hope you guys enjoy. Oooo, how's Leah talking to huh, huh, huh? Guess you're gonna have to find out in Chapter 2!
Leaving the Memories Behind
Leah's P.O.V
She told me not to look back, that it'd be harder to leave if I did. Was I really going to leave everything I loved and everything I knew to go on this journey to which the outcome was completely uncertain? I laughed inwardly at the thought. Of course, I had to do this. My sanity was at stake, and I sure as hell wasn't going to lose that as well.
"It will be hard at first, but I promise you it'll only get harder."
Her words angered me, as if saying that I wasn't capable enough to handle this. I may have been the smallest wolf in the pack but I was sure as hell one of the toughest. I kicked Paul's ass enough times to prove that fact. He was at least twice my size and yet I took him down easily each time. Of course, I did an advantage when it came to speed. I was the fastest wolf in the entire pack.Both packs to be correct.
She gave me a day to tie any loose ends seeing as we wouldn't be back for a long time. I scoffed at her suggestion, telling her that all I wanted was to leave as soon as possible. She looked at me and gave me a soft smile, not needing words to relay any of her thoughts. Damn her and her smile! I sighed and reluctantly agreed to take that extra day to at least write to my mother and brother telling them the situation and not to worry and that I couldn't tell them much about my departure only what was necessary.
"They'll worry, so choose your words carefully. Reassure them that everything is fine. They'll worry less if you do so." Her eyes hinted that there would be an immense amount of pain, no matter how I told them.
I slowly opened my eyes and gazed out upon the setting sun, remembering everything that I've gone through in this forsaken land. Part of me was ecstatic that I was leaving this place that holds so many painful memories. Memories that would have once driven me to the very edge of the cliff on which I now stand. Memories that would have once driven me to take the final step into the dark, azure abyss that is now before me. Hell, if someone would have told me that I was going to lose everything I love and fall into a depression that would shatter the innermost sanctums of my soul, I would have thought that they were insane. I had a near perfect life, in my eyes. I laugh bitterly as I think how in the blink of an eye everything I held precious was taken away from underneath me. It was as if fate decided to pull the carpet out from below my feet and laugh as I laid there, beaten and deprived of comfort and happiness.
I felt a pang in my heart as I regretted wanting to leave, actually believing that everything would fix itself over time. I wouldn't really need to leave my family and friends, of which barely any remain. All the time I missed would have been for nothing.
"Don't kid yourself. You know you need to do this. Stop holding onto false hope. It will only pull you down deeper and deeper until you won't even recognize your own self." I wanted to scream at her and tell her that she was wrong, that it wasn't false hope, that it was possible, but…I couldn't. I turned and looked at her and I saw her visibly flinch, knowing that I must be really bad if she flinched. I knew I couldn't kid myself then. I had to leave and she would help me. She had to.
We left shortly after that moment, and I swore to myself that I would never look as vulnerable as I looked then. I was weak and the look she gave me was borderline pity, not exactly pity but close to it. How I hated when people felt pity towards me. It was the ultimate insult to me. I would never be that weak again, I would never be as vulnerable as I was.
She sighed, "You have to realize that keeping that supposed 'weakness' bottled up inside is only going to destroy you even more. You have to embrace it and learn from it. It's the only way that you'll be able to grow. As for being vulnerable, everyone is vulnerable and sometimes you have to let it come out. It's…dangerous for people such as ourselves to keep from showing our vulnerability. It's what keeps us from turning into monsters." I looked at her and what I saw surprised me. She had a distant look in her eyes as if remembering a painful memory, one that I would ask her about one day.
I looked out the window of her Mercedes-Benz SL65. Even though we were both capable of running to wherever we needed to be much faster than it could go, I couldn't help but smile at how badass this car really was. I'm one of those people who could usually care less about a car, seeing as how I didn't really need one to get around, but I could really appreciate this car, this work of art. The engine purred and it felt more like we were gliding on the long stretch of road than actually driving. It had a sleek look and design to it which perfectly captured the essence of it's owner.
The blur of dark green made me conscious to how fast we were really going, but I didn't care, there was no way that she could crash and send us to our deaths. As I looked on, I felt the gentle embrace of Morpheus overtake me and let myself drift off into a deep uninterrupted sleep.
Jacob's P.O.V
I had just woken up after a full night of patrols. Man, I was really tired and for me to be the slightest bit tired is saying something. Ugh. But I wouldn't be this tired if it weren't for Leah, who blatantly refused to answer her phone. Most girls have their phone attached to their ears, but Leah could care less about hers. I sighed. I guess I'd just have to go over to the Clearwater house later and ask her what's up.
I got up, out of my far too small bed (why couln't there be werewolf-sized beds?) and headed into the kitchen to find something to eat, that is if Paul didn't eat all of my food already. Man it's annoying when you can't find anything to eat because the bottomless pit of Paul ate it all.
"Yo, wolf boy. Don't bother looking for anything in the fridge, I already looked, there's nothing in there," shouted said bottomless pit. I looked at him and sighed. "Would it pain you that much to leave something for me to eat?" He only looked at me and flashed me a toothy grin. I sighed and turn to rummage through the cabinets for some cereal.
"Hey…have you talked to Seth yet?" I looked at him, confused about what he was talking about. He looked at me, hesitant to talk. "Well…he came here earlier…he said something about Leah gone…he looked pretty panicked." I stared at him in shock for a moment before rushing out the door in the direction of the Clearwater home.
I was greeted at the door by a very downtrodden looking Seth. He looked ragged as if somebody had just told him that his whole family had been murdered by his own hand.
"Jake! I don't know…I…she's gone…the letter…long time…if only I…" Seth began rambling and I felt the poor kid's pain and guilt rolling off of him in waves. "Calm down Seth. Tell me what happened," I urged him calmly. Someone had to be the voice of reason, even though I was starting to feel some major anxiety. I braced myself.
I gripped the letter in my hand as I recalled the words that it held. She left. Gone. And wouldn't be back for a long time. Anger seeped through me as I let that information sink in. I couldn't understand how she could do this. Why in the hell would she just leave without telling anyone? Without telling me? Did she really think no one would make that big of a deal if she just got up and left without giving an explanation? Fuck, I mean did she think we wouldn't care? Did she think I wouldn't care? She helped me when I was in one of the lowest points of my life. She helped me get through an intense amount of pain. Was she going through the same thing? Is that why she left? Didn't she think that I'd be able to help her? She was there for me, why would she think I couldn't be there for her?
I thought back to the past few months and I couldn't think of anything that would have made her want to leave. When we phased, her thoughts were calm and happy. She was finally mending the broken pieces of her heart. We even got along, which was a bit scary at first, but after a while it was nice. She even made an effort to hang out more with me and Nessie. Nessie really liked her, and would repeatedly show me images of her and Leah having fun and I saw the genuine smile that eluded her for so long. I couldn't understand what happened, but I was sure as hell going to find out.
I ran as fast as I could, the forest passing me in a blur. The Cullen's house was not that far and I got there much sooner than I had expected. I hid behind a tree and put on my shorts and headed inside.
I hope you guys like it so far =X. It turned out MUCH shorter than I would have wanted. Chapter 2 shall be much longer! I PROCLAIM IT SO! :D He he he.
