I flung my hair up, flinging water all over the bathroom walls. Who cared in the first place, the wall paper in the shabby motel room was peely and decrepit anyway. I looked into the mirror and was slightly surprised by who stared back at me, my bronze curls, cut short, hung a bit lower weighed down from the moisture clinging to it from my quick, cold shower. I threw a tight Paramore tee over my black sports bra, and flashed another glance at reflection. I grabbed the complimentary hair dryer out of its little holder in the wall and preceeded to run it over my hair a few times, 'til the steady stream of dribbles ceased to tap tap tap as they fell to the cheap lemolium floor of the tiny closet like enclosure.
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"Mommy, will you brusss my hair I can't the tanglesss outt."
"Of course honey, you know, you got a lot of your looks and habits from me, but this hair is definately your daddy's, no doubt about it."
"Really? What elssse did Daddy give me?"
"His temper, and hmmm let's see, his selflessness, quite a bit of his laugh and all of his smile."
"Did he sshare them with me?"
"Yes I guess you could say that..."
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I gripped the jelly handled brush I was holding in my fist.
'Mom... I miss you so much'
I let myself slide down the counter and land on the floor with a soft thud. I layed over on my side miserabely, like a dog who had been kicked and beat around to much. I opened my eyes, what was I doing? I couldn't lose myself everytime I remembered my family or..., I swallowed hard to unclog the lump rising in my throat, or Jacob. Grabbing hold of the counter I hoisted myself up and faced the mirror once again. This time behind the brown eyes that were the identical of Mom's, lied a burning, a fire of grief and vengence and hurt and lonliness. I wished for the hundred millionth time in the past two and a half weeks that my dad were here to hold me and kiss my hair like he always did when I had a nightmare or when I was sad..., but he wasn't and he would never be there again. While staring in that wretched thing of a mirror, it became clearer as it did every day, no one would be there to hold me ever again. My mom would never carress me and tell me I was beautiful, my dad would never carry me off to bed even though he knew through my pretending that I was still awake. My aunts would never dress me up like a little barbie doll just because my mom wouldn't let them anymore, I would never watch another watch another football game with my teddy bear Emmett and I would never be able to let Uncle Jasper make me feel silly when I was bored. My grandparents would never be able to pass down their hard earned wisdom, only aqquired after hundreds of yaers of life and a house full of crazy "teenage" vampires. I wouldn't get any of these things, instead I would have to figure out a way to stay hidden from the Volturi and find some means of living. For a seventeen year old kid I had a lot more on my plate then most thirty year olds had on theirs, then again they hadn't had their wonderful, loving families murdered all because they were somthing special. Ugh, I inwardly scoffed at the word. 'Special' special people didn't cause turmoil and death, they brought about life and made people laugh. I was not special, I was a monster, had been from birth, and once a monster, apparently always a monster.
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A/N- okay peeps this is a new story i thought up randomly when i was taking a shower this morning neway if u like it review and ill cont. it if not ill prob either giv it up 4 good or come back and finish it later either way r&r plz!!!!