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Summary: Demetria Xavier discovered her own mother's mutilated body in their own home just a month before her 13th birthday. The death led Demetria to go into a state of depression and anger and exiled nearly everyone except her aunt, Marie, and her boyfriend, Parker. A few years later, Demetria is taken to La Push with Marie and is forced to go to a new school where no doubt she'll be the highlight of the century. Soon, Demetria is face to face with a horse sized beast that nearly kills her and quickly becomes fascinated. Mysteriously, this same creature has the same molding brown eyes as Seth Clearwater, the boy who has her blushing with every curve of his lips. Faced with possible danger, Demetria uncovers more than just Seth's secrets, but her very own.

"'Cause the hardest part of this.. is leaving you.."

Cancer by My Chemical Romance

As a child, I grew up alone with my mother, Grace-Anne Xavier. I grew up happy, carefree, and loved. My mother was the perfect woman, an inspiration to all. Smart, beautiful, hilarious, fun, free, careless, independent, strong, unique... She was all anybody would want to be. Growing up with a woman of her excellence, I got a bit into myself. I was proud, happy, free, intelligent, and I even thought of myself as pretty, big difference from then to now.

My mother gave birth to me at 16 years old in Flagstaff, Arizona with my father at her side. I don't have much memory of him, he died the day after my birthday in a mysterious car accident. I say mysterious because his body was no where to be found. Cops checked in a five mile diameter looking for his body, thinking swerved and he hit the tree stump so hard that he ejected from his car. No body, no blood, no evidence. My mother was in a state of depression for about a year but when I said my first word it gave her a spark of hope in life and she knew then that she wasn't alone. Together for 12 years were we, living in Surprise, Arizona, alone, nobody interfering. We owned a ranch near a mountain that had every farm animal you can possibly think of. I had everything I ever wanted.

My mother never married nor did she ever date, saying my father was her one and only love and she will stay loyal to him. Anytime I brought him up, she'd smile and look down, lost in a old memory of hers. When I asked why she'd never let go of him, which was often, she would say, "Because our souls are bonded together, forever...". Apparently, "Until death due us part," didn't mean much to her. She told me that I'd understand when I got older.

Every year for my birthday she'd take me up north and tell me stories of mythical creatures and every year she'd tell me I was a different animal. This started when I was two years old, I was a bunny: sweet, fragile, innocent. Then the next year she told me I was a wolf: wise, beautiful, strong... It went on till my 12th birthday, when she said I was a bird, any type of bird. I figured she meant I was so carefree. That was the last animal she gave me. I never knew why she gave me such animals, it was confusing and sometimes it bothered me. None the less, I enjoyed her telling me stories of why these animals symbolized what they are.

My mother always told me that she would never leave me, that she will always be there.

August 20th, a month before my birthday, I woke up expecting the sweet smell of blueberry pancakes, sadly there was none waiting for me at my spot on the table. I was still groggy from the night so you can imagine how much more confused I was. Then something caught my attention; the porch door was wide open and flapping back and fourth from the strong winds of today. My mother never, EVER, left the doors unlocked so seeing the porch door open like that was especially out of the ordinary. I checked if she was outside, riding the horses or feeding our cow Bertha. Nothing.

I went to our library and of course, she was not there. The last place I thought of was her room, a place my mother barely spends her time in, not even if she went to sleep after a long day at work. I quietly opened the door and tip toed into the room and there she was, lying face down. I chuckled and flitted over to her to wake her up. The second I got a foot away from her, I noticed something was off. Her soft, pearl-like hands were dripping blood and it took me a while to notice the bed was too. My mother's white sheets were ruby stained as well as the baby blue walls. Without breathing in the salty smell, I bit my lip hard and gently flipped my mother over...

Horror struck me, quick, strong. It felt like someone rippled a knife all over my chest as my heart dropped to my feet and shattered into bits. My mother's head laid detached from her body, onto the pillow while her mangled body fell into pieces. It was exactly like some gory, creepy, horror film, her slashed arms and her torn up legs completely divided from her. It looked as if she was mauled by a bear, but clearly in a city like Surprise there was none.

I stood there, scared, lonely, heart-broken, paralyzed. It was as if my world ended right there. I didn't realize the fact that I screamed until Parker, the boy who worked for my mother on our ranch, zipped through into the room. His eyes bulged out of his head and his breathing cut off. He vomited...

A week later and the funeral just ended. I stood there, beside Parker, his mother and father, and next to my aunt Marie, who was the spitting image of my mother. She had to come down from La Push, Washington for the funeral. Aunt Marie was younger than my mother, about three years older than me, so her youth showed wonderfully. She's petite, like my mother, no more than five feet tall. She had recently dyed her hair a platinum blonde making her look a bit older than she is. She was abnormally pale, just like my mother and I and so on.

Marie, who was as devastated as me, wiped her last few tears away as she grabbed my hand. She looked me dead in the eyes and I could already spot a new fountain of tears forming.

"Demetria, I'm going to stay with you for some time, I won't move you to Washington just yet. You're already emotional," she gave me a weak smile. "I love you, and although I will be taking care of you, please do not call me your mother, just Marie." Without looking at her, I nodded and stared pointlessly at my mother's casket as it descended further and further into the ground.

"Hey, Dem," Parker murmured to me as he hugged me. Parker was my mother's best friend's son who has had a crush on me since we were 8. We just happen to be the exact same age, born on the exact same date. My mother and Parker's mother, Annie, met at birth as well. Annie moved with us from Washington to Arizona when she got married to her husband, John. "I'll still be working at the farm if you want. If not, you know where I'll be." He winked at me, shyly smiled then went in and softly, sweetly, brushed his lips on mine. Although we were more like siblings, we still had crushes on each other.

And that was the first time I smiled in since my mother's dead.

4 Years Later...

"At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever ever..."
(The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance)

"That was beautiful, babe," Parker whispered in my ear, causing a stir of wild butterflies in my tummy.

I smiled sheepishly and looked away, "Thank you, but you know I didn't write the lyrics..." I trailed off. He chuckled and for a second I was caught in the grasp of his muddy brown eyes. They always held a special light within them.

"Of course I know, MCR is my favorite band."

"True, true," I giggled, placing my guitar on the side of my bed. Ever since my mother's funeral, Parker and I have been closer than ever, to the point of dating at thirteen. He was my best friend, brother, and my lover and I felt that I would never leave him, ever. Since the death of my mother I've taken on a new view on life, a view that even Parker would never change, but he accepted it. I guess you would say that I'm less carefree and a lot less outgoing, I'm horribly insecure and almost scared of myself. Within a year of my mother's death I began cutting, something I never really thought I'd have the balls too. Marie, my aunt, says that I'm a lot more dirty when I talk because I say 'Fuck' in almost every sentence or some other cuss word. She was okay with it, never bothered her, but Parker doesn't really appreciate it.

I'm dressing differently. I used to wear dresses and skirts and all of that Fa la la stuff. Now you will only find me in pants, dark make up, and a jacket to cover my scars. Admittedly, everyone practically knows I cut myself because who would really wear a jacket during the summer, especially in Arizona. I died my hair from it's light brown to crow black. The day of my 17th birthday, Marie and Parker are taking me to get piercing or two as a present. I could already tell my mother would be more than surprised since I was afraid of needles ever since I was four. People say whatever the fuck they want about me and I allow them too. I honestly don't care about people's thoughts, they don't interest me.

My mother's sunny living life blinded me from the cruel world that we live in. Many say, "Live your life", while I say, "Reality is a prison". Living my could only go so far until you just can't do it anymore. These exact same thoughts further me away from Parker. He bores me now, it's becoming difficult to hide it.

"Demetria! Come down here, I got some news!" I heard Marie call. Marie and I have developed a fair relationship and I think of her more as a big sister and not a care taker. I glared at my door, not in the mood for any type of news. Sighing, I limply grabbed Parker's hand, which was rested suggestively on my thigh, and slowly walked to the door. Glaring the whole way down my stairs I see Marie sitting on one of our sofas. She smiled and said, "Hello, doll face, I've been waiting for FOREVER!" I laughed at her hysterical self and sat down on the love seat across from her, Parker, of course, sat right next to me.

Marie looked excited... really excited. I eyed her cautiously. "What's going on...?" I asked slowly and unsure.

Her face was absolutely priceless, I could perfectly imagine a curly mustache above her lips with a Cheshire cat grin. "I found this lovely house by the reservation in Washington... We're going back to La Push, Deme."

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