Make Believe

by dreamy delta

An analytical story about Jacob Black. 'I wish no one had ever lied to me as a child, it would have made things so much easier.' Rated for slightly disturbing descriptions.

Author's Note: I was listening to Cloud Cult's 'Thanks' and one part of the lyrics struck me, and for days I had it in my head until this came up. After I wrote this I went on a Jacob bash, I can't stop writing or wanting to write weird parts of his life. This is just the beginning. Hopefully, people like my weird view of Jacob and how he thinks. If not, well, I liked it. So much for indulgence...

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Make Believe

I remember Halloween.

I remember plastic fangs and stark white makeup.

I remember hairy masks with rubber teeth and claws.

I remember candy and innocence and my mother yelling at me to stay close.

I remember her voice as she scolded me, words like dangerous and unsafe italicized in her tone.

I look amongst the field around me now.

There are no plastic fangs.

There is no white makeup smeared on faces.

There are no rubber masks with rubber teeth and rubber claws.

But there are venomous vampires with sharp daggers in their mouths and sparkling pale skin.

And vicious werewolves with foaming jowls and razor edged claws.

I think of Halloween at that moment.

I bark out a laugh before my own glistening fangs rip into a diamond-strong throat.

So much for make believe.

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