Tick Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick Tock...
I've written songs in the dark
I've felt inspired in the dark
I hide myself in the dark
Used to be afraid of the dark
Those in the light know we die in the dark
There's only artificial light here
My flaws hide well here
I used to be afraid of cluttered noises
Now I'm afraid of silence
Fill this space Idle words
I'm scared to death of light and silence
Jesus kill me inside this
Raise me up to live again
Like you did, like you did.
Now I am mute despite myself
All of them are gone
The silence overtakes me
The idle words forsake me and I am left to face me
I'm held accountable
For every idle word
Curse the idle words
I'm scared to death of light and silence
Jesus kill me inside this
Raise me up to live again
Like you did, like you did.
Glory shows up
Exposes us
I'm naked here
Forsaken here, by the dark, by the dark, damn the dark
I'm scared to death of light and silence
Jesus kill me in side this
Raise me up to live again
Like you did
Like you did
Kristen Greene's vocals reverted around the room, and I swung my head to the music, in a way that made me probably look like a chick. Yet, I didn't care. Her voice...It was just so perfect. Not nasally, not too soft, but not too loud, slow and soft, but loud and kick-ass at the same time. Somehow, her voice sent me on a high. Her voice was like a drug to me. Like I was a drug addict, and she was my own special brand of herion. I had an obsession, but so did Embry, my best friend. His was probably as bad as mine. The best part about that obsessed friend, was that he got concert tickets. You heard me, concert tickets. Oh! and guess who he's bringing.
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It's me. Duh...and I thought I was dumb. Psh...
I giggled as I thougt about it, making me even more like a chick then before, but still, I am obsessed, remember?
Well, getting back to that...
The blue shirt, or the black one? Sigh. Black.
Then again...
After twenty minutes of changing, and debating with myself, I decided on some dark jeans, a worn out grey-ish blue shirt, with some converse, like every day. Just a casual look, my style.
By this time, I was drinking some orange juice, and talking to Leah, my older sister.
"See, and then Jared yells at me for ruining his phone. He's the one who phased, not me so I don't-" She went on, her face framing in annoyance. Phasing.
Well, about that...I'm a werewolf.
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Suprised? I thought so.
If you weren't, go get your brain checked out, because that shit just isn't normal.
Ha-Ha. That's comming from a werewolf. Am I the only one finding that ironic? Well by that silence, I guess that is a yes...wow, just trying to lighten the modd here random people in my head.
Maybe I am just crazy...heh, oh well!
I am from La Push, a Quileute. An indian, yes, are you racist?!
...
No? Good.
I turned into a werewolf six months ago, and now my life will forever be changed, because you know what? We have this thing called imrpinting. When we find our soulmates, and our other halves and all that. Everyone has an imprint, but Me, Embry, and Leah.
Leah's life, is worse though. Sam, my alpha, and Leah, were that little middle school couple, through high school, until he phased, and saw Emily. Sweet and caring cousin Em. His life took a turn for the better, as to where Leah's took a wrong turn, and she's trying to find her way back. He imrptined on my cousin. Leah's cousin. I had to watch the pain, the pain of watching the one youloved, with your cousin. As if Leah weren't jealous already of Emily, and her flawless skin, or her perfect height, the perfect body, she had the perfect everything. Leah, was pretty, like mom, and she was tall. She had a slim figure, and pretty black eyes like mine and mom's. She had glossy black hair like dad's. It hought she was pretty, but she didn't. Her pain, made me fall into pain. She was my sister. It hurt to see her curled into a corner every day, catatonic, my mother had said. She wouldn't respond to anything, or anyone. Sam came, and I slipped. I was screaming so loud, people eight doors down could probably hear it. I remember the last thing I said to him before I completely lost it.
"You mother fucker! You think you can just waltz in here and act like it's okay! Well it's not okay!"
Boom.
"You see what I mean? It's Jared's fault!" Leah sighed.
"I get what you mean. He phased, and he lost cotrol, technically it's his fault." I smirked. Leah nodded thoughtfully.
The door bell rang, and I ran to get it. I opened the door up, and I saw Embry, smilling like an idiot. I should be talking. I'm the one practically pissing myself because of this.
"Embry! What up man?" I welcomed him in, ushering him to the kitchen.
"Nothing much dude, nothing much..." He said, nonchalant.
"You gotta be kidding me. You look like you're going to piss yourself!" I laughed.
"Like your not excited?" I shrugged.
"Okay. YEAH!" I blurted out, earning an eye roll from Leah. Me and Embry started babbling excidedly about the concert. What songs she was going to sing, what she would wear, what she would say, if she messed up, if she did perfect. Everything nd anything. We probably looked and sounded like some little school girls to Leah, but I couldn't care less. I was too damn excided to care.
By the time we made it to Embry's truck, we were out of stuff to talk about.
"So..." I began, trying to fill the silence.
"You think I'll imprint Seth?" Embry glanced at me. He seemed to care about my oppinion so much. I really couldn't help but feel sorry for Emrby Call. He was around the guys, and imprints more then anyone of us, the imprintless, so I'm guessing it's pretty painful. I would feel sad too. I wish I could just help him, but I really couldn't.
"The day will come Embry." I paused. "Who knows, maybe you'll imprint on Kristen." I joked, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed, and ruffled my hair.
"Just don't get too jealous buddy." He warned playfully. "Maybe I will." I rolled my eyes while removing is hand from my head.
"Maybe I'll imprint on her." I joked. "Who knows!" We both barked out in laughter.
An hour later, after joking around about who we might imprint on, we arrived in Seatle. The erves were getting to me as I walked into the stadium. Some very large body gaurds let us in after we handed them our tickets. When we walked in, I told Embrry I would meet him at our seats, because I had to laughed, and said alright.
So we went out seperate ways. I walked the opposite way of him, and turned right. Kept walking, and turned left. Soon enough, the crowds were gone, and I was alone. i shook my head.
I was trying to get to the bathrooms, and took a wrong turn, because I was now on tiled floor, in a hallway, were there were tons of doors everywhere. I sighed,and kept walking. I kept turning corners, right, left, right, left, right, left, until my next right, made me run into a frantic woman. We both fell right on our asses. I got up quickly, and extended my hand. she didn't repond, and I took this time to examine her.
Her mahogany hair hug in her eyes, and contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. Her clothes were punk, but had a girly switch to them. she was wearing fishnet tights, and a neon green and black tutu. Her shirt was corset-like, lacey, and leather tight. Her shoes were the classical converse, in black, like mine. I almost laughed at how even if she wore a skirt, she wore converse. It showed she was different though.
When she looked up, I noticed two things.
One, her eyes. They were deep and endless. Like a pool with no bottom. Just endless swirls. They had beautiful flecks of gold and violet in them, which made them even more beautiful. Her eyes were red and puffy though, as if she had been crying for a while. Then, I felt the pain, and anger.
Who did this? Who could make such an angel cry? Who would possibly want to hurt someone so sweet and innocent? I would rip them apart. they can't just-
Then, the second thing.
This was Kristen Greene.
Oh. My. God.
I just knocked down Kristen Greene.
"I-I am so sorry!" I apoligized, while stuttering, obviously embarrassed. she aughed, and took my hand, pulling herself up.
I noticed another thing.
Her hand shocked as it touched mine. Not painfully, but it burned, in a kind of comforting way, that left me speechless. I couldn't even talk. she probably thinks I'm mentally chalanged or something. God say somthing Seth!
"W-why aren't you on stage?" I asked, confused.
"I got-" a man rounded the corner. He was huge.
"Greene!" He boomed. "Get your ass down here!"
Something raged inside me as he screamed at Kristen. My Kristen. Mine. No one should scream at an angel. No one should scream at my angel. My angel? What he fuck am I thinking?
I started trembling at the man's words. He was so harsh. So forceful. so angry.
The shaking had grown violent. Kristen noticed, and slowly brought her hand to my arm.
"Are you alright?" The words, and her touch, made me stop shaking right away, and I smiled.
"I'm fine Kristen-"
"Kris. you are?" I laughed at her interuptions. She did not like the name Kristen. Kris did suit her. She looked more like a Kris, not Kristen.
"Seth. Seth Clearwater." She froze, and I heard her choke back a laugh.
"D-do you know Leah Clearwater?" I froze.
"She's my sister..." I laughed. Her eyes went completely wide.
"SETHY!" No one had called me that since Bella did. Isabella Swan. Leah's best friend who moved away to Australia six years ago.
"Now that we're all aquainted, LET'S GO KRISTEN!" He yelled. She kissed my cheek.
"I'll explain later. Bye!" She ran off, laughing infront of that big burly guy.
She left, and I placed my hand on my cheek where she kissed me, smiling.
I just imprinted on Kristen Greene, and I had no chance.
You're all probably thinking,
"Just talk to her you damn idiot!"
If It Were Only That Easy...
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