Hi guys, this is a one-shot about Leah so before you read I guess I should say: I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's characters or stuff.

I guess it's safe to say no one likes me. I mean after all I'm just a bitter dog. Sam is too in love with Emily- backstabbers. Paul gets angry at everything me included. To make matters worse I'm surrounded by guys so no girl knows what I'm going through. Sure there's Emily but she's too lovey-dovey about the ex-love of my life.

I still remember the day when Sam decided to leave me; we were walking down La Push Beach. Lately I had been noticing he had been acting strange; angry all the time, quivering hands, and a few other weird things. I thought it was just because he never left the house anymore or when I came over he was gone. Anyway my cousin, Emily had been down for the week and just had to meet my boyfriend. I was in my room yesterday when they met, thought it wasn't my fault; my I-pod was on full blast and couldn't hear him knock. But today Sam decided to take us for a walk on the beach. It was there that he broke up with me trying to explain how he had magically fallen in love with my sister and that it wasn't safe for me to be around him. Yeah right. That was the first fissure in my heart, rather large if you ask me. Slash #1.

Then I turned into a wolf a boy what a day that was. I just got home and suddenly without any warning I was angry. Angry at everything, mom and her love for Seth, Seth for being the perfect child, Emily for betraying me, the girls at school who never liked me, but most of all Sam. Sam for hurting me, Sam for lying to me, Sam for faking every little caress or kiss. Before I knew white-hot pain engulfed me and my body changed into a grey wolf. Next came the voices; I tried to argue with them, thinking I was crazy but it did no good. Because no voice I imagined could compare to Sam's husky tone. Once I calmed down enough to accept what I was the questions came. How can a girl be a werewolf? What does this mean? Why did this happen? Of course count on me to be the freak among freaks, and for all my life secrets to be revealed to the pack just by thinking of them. A week later I realized my period was gone, but I guess that is good because who would want mini Leahs running around. Another fissure in my heart. Slash #2.

Finally daddy died. The one thing that helped me through every rough time in my life was dead. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I remember being small and how he would carry me to the living room and make me waffles while I watched TV. Also how he could make me laugh no matter how scared I was. Like when daddy brought a gun into my room before bedtime to threaten any monsters I thought I saw. But now no more daddy, no more rock. Another fissure in my heart. Slash #3.

You may be wondering what the slashes mean. Well I'll give you a hint. Right now I'm holding a knife, dripping with my blood. The blood that carries the genes for me to be a werewolf. Maybe if I get lose enough blood I will stop being a werewolf and everything will be better. But that's a vain hope. Though it's all that I hold on to; don't worry I control my thoughts around the guys so they don't know. Another slash, blood, another slash, more blood, another slash, and blood. Though I have no reason to worry about anyone finding out.

The cuts close and the scars fade before the next slash of the blade.