A/N: This story was inspired by Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson. I don't know how or why, it just popped into my head!

I followed Jacob's hearse through the streets of La Push. The maniac had driven his VW Rabbit off the cliffs, the investigators said his brakes were cut and he lost control of the wheel as he drove at the ridiculous speed of 70mph - next to the cliff! In some ways it was his own fault, but the fact that the brakes were cut disturbs me, could someone really hate him that much that they wish death on him?

Another thing that puzzles me is that I'm not crying. I was his best friend for crying out loud! And I have not shed one tear, I've not spoken to anyone since I heard the news, just trying to imagine what it might have been like for him as he fell. Every time I tried my heart would contract and I would stop breathing, I felt like a cloud when I did that. So I tried it everyday, once I had fainted. How many days has he been dead?

Seven.

Jacob has been dead for seven days. Yet I still walk.

A/N: So, this is only the prologue, but it gives you a taste of what's to come... Do you like it? Why Miss Independent inspired it will become clear as the story develops.
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