Seth's point of view
My sister.
The light in her eyes...
Her smile.
Her love.
Her heart.
Her.
She's gone.
She has slipped into a dark abiss.
She doesn't smile.
She doesn't laugh,
Oh her blissful laugh.
She doesn't love.
She doesn't think,
Maybe she does.
All she ever does is cry.
I would die if I could hear her thoughts,
Hear the thoughts that bring those crys.
I love her.
I love her with all my life and my soul and my heart.
I don't want this for her.
All I want to do is rip that boy's heart out.
I want to stab him,
Take a knife to his chest.
He is dead to me and I've already tried to break his arm...
It broke my hand.
His skin was scorching hot and rough and hard.
Hard as stone.
It felt like a burning rock.
Now I was laying on my couch with my hand in a sling.
Jake was furious,
Not only because Sam broke Leah's heart,
But because Sam let me hit him.
Jake said that Sam knew it would hurt me,
But didn't stop him.
So for the first few days he hated him...
But now he's preocupid with Bella.
So I'm the only one who hears her,
Or at least the one who cares.
Emily is a trator.
I won't talk to her.
Every time she comes by.
I just close the door in her face.
Oh, yeah, and that got me grounded.
'Seth Clearwater! She's still a part of this family! You can't just close the door in her face.'
My mom had yelled at me.
I didn't care.
As far as I was concerned,
She wasn't any family of mine.
Can they really not hear Leah's pained sobs at night?
I would go in and hold her as she cried...
But she didn't really respond.
She just readjusted herself and balled into my chest.
It was awful.
Painful.
Heartbraking.
All I wanted to do was take a knife to Sam's chest.
He didn't even care about our Leah.
It didn't matter to him.
He had his Emily.
Who did Leah have?
No one.
Emily had Sam.
Sam had Emily.
Leah had no one.
Not one person.
Leah was all alone.
Sam had just left,
He may say that he cared,
But that made me even angrier.
He shouldn't care.
That's not right.
He really really shouldn't care about this.
No.
This is the worst thing that has ever happened.
But right now I feel like I should go rip his throat out.
Exuse me.
I must go try to kill the boy who is killing my sister.