Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Twilight... I don't. Stephanie Meyer owns it all, including Leah, the wolf boys, and even Edward. Yes, I know, a shocker, like you haven't read it a million times.
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Leah POV
It was so unfair.
It had been six months since the Volturi had come to Forks. The Cullens had resumed their life, and Jacob now had Nessie. She was his newfound source of affection, since he couldn't have Bella. When love is the problem, imprinting always fixes things, right?
Wrong.
What if Jacob had gotten what he wanted, and fell in love with Bella? It would have broken her heart when he imprinted on another girl. It didn't matter if that girl was he best friend, her cousin, or some stranger. He would have hurt Bella all the same.
Just like Sam had hurt me.
Sam and Emily's wedding was two months ago. I had been the maid of honor, and I held my head high. I had supported Emily, my best friend, while she dated the love of my life. I had stopped trying to get Sam back a long time ago, but that didn't mean I didn't still cry every night.
I sighed as I sat at the edge of the cliff, the same one we all went diving on when the whether was nice. The tide was up, so it was off limits, but Sam had ordered everyone on patrol while he spent the night with his wife.
I scowled into the sky thinking about him. As much as I loved him, I hated him so much more. Screw imprinting, I never got a goodbye, a last kiss, not even a real sorry. He took my love and threw it away, took it for granite, just like everyone else.
Bella. Jacob. Edward. My own mom. Bella's mom. Billy. They all did. They all take it for granite. Edward, for leaving Bella for his own selfish reasons. Bella, for leading Jake on, only to hurt him, slowly but surely. Jacob, for creating a love that wasn't his to manipulate. Billy never truly showed his wife all his love, and then she died in that car crash. Billy probably never loved her anyway; everyone knows he was Embry's real father. My mother has been falling for Charlie, Bella's father, so soon after my dad died. I knew that Bella's parents jumped into marriage quickly, and they divorced because it didn't "work out". Phil worked out though. Didn't anyone see? True love isn't something to toy with. It's a once in a life time feeling, not a passing phase.
Silent tears streamed down my face. After all that has happened ever since the werewolves and vampires mixed with everybody's life, everyone had their happy ending. Everyone is happy. Everything is the way it should be.
Except for me. Sigh.
Before Sam imprinted, everyone say me as the bright, happy girl. I was like a less-hyper Alice. People went to me when they needed cheering up, because I always knew what to say. I had straight A's, and lots of friends. I even had the perfect boyfriend, and we already had plans to get married, have kids, and grow old together after I got out of collage. My life was a perfect fairy tale.
Alas, how it all changed. My spirits dropped down until I was bitter and sarcastic. I stopped trying in school, because there wasn't a point. I didn't have my lover waiting for me to finish my education. Now, everyone thought I was just some emo girl who whined because her boyfriend dumped her. I wasn't emo, but I still heard the rumors going around, that I cut myself and wore dark colors to express my gothic…ness, and I wrote dark poetry. I wore darker colors because I dressed according to my mood, and I had been depressed for so long. I had always loved poetry, but I started writing with so much rage and despair that I had stopped altogether.
My friends all had wonderful boyfriends now, men that loved them unconditionally. I had a group of wolf boys that hated me and were destined to be with some random girl. Most of them had already imprinted, so I always was hit with their stupid, love filled thoughts.
Something that had always bothered me was that imprinting wasn't true love. It was forced. Sam wouldn't care if Emily were an ugly, cruel slut. And Emily can't find someone that actually loves her for her.
I heard howls in the distance, the packing wondering where the hell I was. Little did they know I was off their paws now. I stood from my spot on the cliff's edge, shaking slightly from the cold and fear of what I was going to do. I had gotten the idea from Bella not long ago. I took a deep breath as I made my lasts thoughts.
I wouldn't shed another single tear for Sam ever again. He didn't deserve my tears. No one deserved my tears, after they ruined everything. If the vampires hadn't come, then there would be no werewolves. Sam would still love me, not that I give a damn about him anymore. I wouldn't be a freaking werewolf; I wouldn't be freakishly tall and buff around all the normal girls, but still small and weak in the middle of the boys. At least I was fastest.
I almost whispered a silent I love you to my brother Seth, the only person I had left, but I remembered how he had been on Sam's side through it all, and joined in when everyone thought I was crazy. He was my shoulder to lean on, but after he turned seventeen became a complete jackass. If he didn't love me, I didn't need to love him. I didn't need anyone.
So instead of an apology, goodbye, or anything else, just like Sam has left me without, I cursed my heart out to everyone I knew, but saved Sam for last so I could scream it enough for him to hear. With one last glance to La Push, I looked down, and flung myself from the cliff.
I'd had enough.
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-Summer