Hey all. Sorry it took me so long to post this. Been without the internet for a few weeks :( And moved yet again too lol. So, here is chapter one of 'Different'. Hope i dont disappoint any of you. Much love to all of you and a big hug to Suuperdani for her help with my writing. She had the inspiration. I'm just using my disturbed mind to write it lol. So, send Suuperdani a PM and tell her what you think about her idea!

K, shutting up now...on to, Starting a new life :)

CHAPTER 1

STARTING A NEW LIFE

It had been a few days since we moved here to La Push. I haven't been out of the house since we got here. One, because I didn't know anyone, and two, because I knew I couldn't trust anyone. I was scared to start a new life here but, I knew I had to. There was no other choice.

"Hey Vi?" my dad spoke from the living room.

I walked out of my room and into the living room to see him. "Yes, sir?" I answered. He was holding up better than I was, but I knew he was still in pain and I wasn't planning on giving him a reason to get upset if I didn't walk out to him to see what he needed.

"Why don't you go for a walk. It's not raining out and you should enjoy the weather." My dad said as he looked up at me. "You've been cooped up in that room of yours for two days now. Go and enjoy it outside while you can before it's too late."

I knew what he meant about it being too late. It would probably rain soon and my legs were sore. Not just from the sitting and organizing during the past few days, but just in general.

I had been packing up things that reminded me of those days with my mother. Things like a picture of the ocean with a mermaid that my mom painted for me long ago.

"What time do you want me home?" I asked quietly as I debated on going for a walk or just sitting in the back yard.

"Before it rains?" My dad said with a short laugh. "Not too late. Try to make a friend or two here. They aren't all like those so called friends and neighbors in Tennessee."

"Yes, sir. I probably won't be gone long." I replied.

"Be careful." He yelled as I walked toward the door.

"I will." I shouted back as I walked out the door.

I stood on our porch debating which way to walk. If I went left it would take me to god knows where and I would probably get lost. If I went right I remembered that the ocean was over there and I so desperately wanted to see it up close. So, I decided to go right and I would know how to get home. If I did end up getting lost, my dad would probably freak out and I didn't want that to happen since we only moved here and we knew no one.

My dad. He was never much of a … father figure. He was just somebody who would come home to my mom every night and complain about how his job sucked. I would always go into my room when he would come home, just so I wouldn't have to deal with his ranting on and on about work. We were never really a happy family… the father daughter way anyway.

As I walked, I took in the scent of the ocean, and the cool breeze. I hadn't seen many houses on my walk, partly due to the fact that my dad wanted seclusion and I couldn't really disagree with that.

I had seen that the beach was deserted so I walked as close as I dared to the edge. I'd seen where the tide washed in and kept a good few feet back away from there.

I sat there for some time. No rain, nothing. I'd seen a few people walk by, probably tourists. Then I heard a little girl screaming and my head turned in her direction.

"Hi." The little girl said coming to a stop beside me.

"Hi. What's your name?" I asked as she looked at me funny.

"Claire." She said. "What's yowz?"

"I'm Violet." I said holding out my hand. "It's nice to meet you. Where's your mommy and daddy?"

"GONE. GONE, GONE!" She screeched.

"Are you here all by yourself?"

"No I wiff Qwil." Claire said then stared at me. "Yow pwitty."

"Thanks. You're very pretty too." I said smiling. "Now, will you tell me where this Quil is?"

"I wan away fwom him." She said smiling and clapping her hands.

That's when I heard a voice in the distance. "Claire, your aunt and mom are gonna kick my butt if you don't stop running away from me and let me find you, kiddo." He didn't seem mad, he just sounded really freaked out.

I'd seen this huge guy with muscles rippling all over his body come out from a small path. The minute I saw him I almost froze. Yes, he was good looking, but not at all my type. I have noticed a few boys that caught my eye a few times when I was in school, but I couldn't act on it because of the fear that they will reject me someday.

"There you are, Claire. You nearly gave me a heart attack!" The guy said smiling as he started walking closer. "Hi there. I'm Quil." He said looking at me.

I didn't want to talk to another person my age so I freaked out and ran. I ran as fast as I could trying not to trip over my over sized grunged out black baggy pants without saying anything to that guy Quil.

By the time I got to the road that led to my house, my legs were in so much pain. I had to stop and catch my breath, but I couldn't let anybody see me. I walked into the trees a little way and sat down on a broken tree trunk. That's when I started crying. I wished that my mom was still here, we wouldn't be in this place. We'd all be happy still. I wouldn't be scared to approach a stranger roughly my own age and I would still be in a public school.

After I calmed myself down, I felt the temperature change and I knew it was going to rain soon and I had to get inside. I hated the rain in more ways than one and I started walking home. I was taking a steady pace and suddenly I heard breaking twigs in the vicinity that I had been sitting back in the trees. I felt eyes on me and looked everywhere but couldn't find anyone. I was probably just being paranoid, but I ran to the house just in case somebody wanted to attack me.

"Hey Vi." my dad quietly said looking up from the television.

"Hi." I was breathing hard.

"What happened? Did you make any friends while you were gone?" My dad asked.

"I don't really wanna talk about it." I said after catching my breath. "I guess I'll start supper."

We made it though supper without much being asked or said. I didn't want to tell him about what happened. He would think that there were some serious issues with me. Well, there were, but I couldn't come out and say, 'This really tall dude nearly scared the living daylights out of me.'

After I did the dishes and cleaned up from supper, I walked to my room and started putting more things away. I came across a small plastic bag that had sand in it. My eyes started watering when I thought about who gave it to me…my mom. I was off in my own little world remembering how life was with her in it when the phone suddenly rang. Who the hell knows our number anyway? Probably just a wrong number or something.

I heard my dad talking to somebody on the phone. I started to wonder who it was, but, I didn't really want to go and talk to my dad anymore tonight. At least now he was trying to be a dad but, I still wonder if he would rather it had been me who died. It probably should have been. I would have been better off and so would my father.

I know I shouldn't think like that but there are always those 'what ifs'. My mom was everything to me. Who would be my children's grandmother and what would I tell them about her when they got older. Heck, right now I didn't even want to think of getting into a relationship with a guy let alone have kids with one.

I should just run away. It would definitely make my dad a lot happier knowing he doesn't have to put up with me. The one thing that reminds him of his now dead wife. So, that's what I was going to do. I was going to walk out the door and go somewhere. But where? I think that I had seen caves over by the ocean. I hope that I don't have to get too close to the water. And, well, if it's raining…I definitely won't be going out. I looked out my window and sure enough it was raining the preverbal cats and dogs.

I walked out to the living room and sat on the couch away from my dad. I did love him but jeez, he never really gave me any time when we lived in Tennessee. The only times he would even acknowledge that I was there was Christmas and my birthday.

"Vi?" My dad said.

"Yes, sir."

"That was the council on the phone." He told me. "They would like to welcome us to the reservation Friday night at the beach. Sound like fun?"

"I don't know dad. It might rain."

"Well," My dad started. "If it is raining, then they said there is a building by the ocean where they hold parties and such. It would be good for you to get out and meet people."

"I still don't know dad."

"I know this is still hard for you kiddo. But please, just try."

"Yeah, alright." I said quietly, not looking at him. "What time?"

"Around seven. I would really appreciate this if you would come with me."

"Yes, sir." I answered. I stood up and turned to my room. "I'm going to bed."

"Hold on there kiddo." my dad said and I stopped as I stood up from the couch. "I'm kinda lost at being a parent. Just help me here, 'kay?"

"I'm trying too dad, I really am." I told him honestly without looking at him. "Night."

I walk to my bedroom and crawl into my warm toasty bed. I fall asleep like I have the past two nights, out of exhaustion and start to dream…

I wake up with a start, sitting up in my bed sweating and panting. I can't believe I had another dream like that…people coming to attack me. I was walking to a lake that was deserted so I could go swimming and people started showing up. People I used to call friends. Some gasped as others started screaming. The men pulled me out of the water and started beating on me. That's the part where I woke up. I sit up in my bed and start shaking from the sweat that's now running down my face, back and chest. I had seen every bit of how my mother was killed and I just couldn't get that out of my head. It wasn't a lovely picture I can assure you.

I start crying quietly so my father doesn't come in my room and demand to know what is going on. He wasn't around when it all happened, at work as usual. I try not to think about him when I think of my mom but it kind of goes hand in hand.

I turn my head to my nightstand and check my alarm clock. It's only three in the morning. I wish that I could sleep more, but my brain is going into over drive and I'm too alert to sleep now. I get up and put on one of my oversized sweatshirts and look out the window. I notice two large shadows moving from the tree line. It looked like horses walking in the woods but my eyes are probably playing tricks on me, so I go to the kitchen to make me some hot chocolate. That always calms me after a bad dream.

My mom would always make me some no matter what time it was after I had a bad dream and I wished that she was here to make it for me now and tell me things would be alright. I really missed her and our bond we shared.

We looked so much alike; curly brown hair down to our waists. I pulled mine back into a ponytail and hid it under my shirts as often as I could. We had the same brown eyes… or that's what my mom said. Hers were so beautiful and bright that I really wish I had them. Mine were a deep hazey brown and all, but she could pull off a look that would just let you know the mood she was in when a person would walk in the room. She was so amazing and I really loved her with all my heart. I couldn't imagine life without her. I still can't and it's the hardest thing to deal with. I don't think I'll ever get over what happened to her, ever.

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