Eww what the hell are you doing here? (that's how I greet people in real life… no lie)

Gosh I've been sooooo busy lately and I apologise for this one being a bit late

Anyway I hope you enjoy and please do review! They feed me and right now I'm famished! ;)

Disclaimer- I DO NOT own Twilight only the plot is my own yada yada yada and so forth.

Bloodied Hands

Time passed slowly as the fire covered my hands and licked my skin.

I was curled up on my side, the floor actually helping me feel calmer from the cold temperature against my heated skin. Tears streamed down my blank eyes as I watched my hands like a vulture waiting for its prey to die. I lay there sobbing in pain as the fire continued to burn over my hands, I must have been an ugly sight. I was becoming more and more afraid as the light of day slowly descended into darkness outside my window.

Why hadn't the fire stopped?

It'd never lasted this long before, at the least half an hour was the normal time limit. I shook in fear as I grew more anxious as time seemed to catch up with me. Was something wrong with me? What was happening? My body trembled and I sat up from the calming cool of the wooden floors and stood on my wobbly feet.

I rushed into the bathroom connected to my room and with my still burning hands I turned the water in the shower on and stepped inside placing my hands close to the nozzle. Instead of the flames dying out like I had once hoped, the flames remained in there flickering state. The only outcome of this having been I was now soaked.

Now I was seriously worried.

I smacked my hands together, trying to find any way to stop the burning flames. And when that didn't work I switched to slamming my hands harshly against the tiled walls of the shower. My hands throbbed in pain and I my eyes widened in hope when the fire flickered down slightly but not fully disintegrating. In somewhat of a daze I got out of the shower slipping in my haste. I toppled to the floor but I recovered quickly and stood again racing towards the mirror I stared at the reflection. But I immediately looked away, afraid at the glowing colour of my eyes.

Like everything I did, I forgot it and continued on.

I opened my medicine cabinet tossing out my few medicines including panadol, nurofen and anti-depressants that Emily had insisted I take after my dad vanished. Finally I found what I was looking for, I pulled out my shaver and breaking it apart roughly I pulled out the sharp razor.

An image of depressed teenagers who cut their wrists entered my mind but I shook it free and with a deep breath and little with of courage, I sliced the razor across my left palm.

I screamed slightly, the sound coming out involuntarily as blood oozed out of my palm. I clenched my teeth in pain but I smiled in joy as the flames slowly died down and returned to their normal appearance. No longer caring about my bleeding palm, I shimmied the razor to my wounded hand and without hesitation this time, I sliced my other palm.

I cried out and dropped the bloodied razor, falling along with it.

I kneeled on the floor, my bleeding hands outstretched in front of me as I sobbed in pain. I couldn't understand how some teenagers found such a pain as this comforting. As odd as it sounded, and even though these people hurt themselves out of sadness.

They had to be extremely brave to do such a thing to themselves… and it was even worse that they didn't even know it.

I breathed deeply through my nose trying to calm myself and the pain.

"Addison! Its Leah! I'm coming in!"

I turned toward the sound of Leah's voice behind the door and I rushed to my feet closing the bathroom door before she even started opening my bedroom door. I heard the sound of her coming into my room and panic hit me harshly.

Why was Leah of all people coming into my room!

I fumbled with the door handle and I whispered out a small cuss when I realised the bathroom door didn't have a lock. "Addison, I'm not in the mood to play hide and seek!" Leah shouted out angrily as she banged loudly on my bathroom door. I was extremely grateful that she hadn't forced the door open, but considering where I was she must have thought I wasn't decent.

I stepped away from the door as Leah banged on the door again, clearly wanting me to open the door so she wouldn't be in the wrong if I was naked. " God, your such a fucking child! Fine I'll just get Paul to go in. I'm sure he'd enjoy the show if you are naked." Leah teased harshly and I heard her step away from the door and I panicked.

Without thinking I pulled open the door that was stained with my blood and practically leaped onto Leah's back. Leah seemed startled as I grabbed onto her and she shook in anger like all the pack did when they got mad. Leah turned toward me and opened her mouth to shout at me but stopped short when she saw my appearance.

"What the fuck happened to you!" Leah shouted, grabbing my wounded hands. When she inspected them her eyes widened. "You… I thought that you had gotten better." Leah whispered, and I was shocked from the sad look in her eyes.

I guess Leah didn't only feel anger towards me.

"It wasn't like that." I whispered lightly, but then suddenly I started to feel light headed and I immediately knew I was losing too much blood from my wounds. "I know you probably want answers but I'm losing to much blood and I need something to stop the bleeding." I said weakly.

Leah looked away from my bleeding hands and nodded slightly running into my bathroom, to look for a cloth or something. I heard her gasp, obviously from the scene I'd made in there. A few seconds later she rushed back out with a towel in her hands. She grabbed my hands and wrapped the towel tightly around them the sight of my wounds disappearing underneath the towel. I hissed slightly when she squeezed my hands and she apologised lightly.

"Were you attacked?" Leah questioned when she looked back up from my hands.

I shook my head which only made me feel more nausea.

"I had to stop it." I whispered, even though I knew she wouldn't understand. I had nothing else to say to her. Leah looked at me confused and opened her mouth to ask what I meant only for us to be interrupted by a loud roar.

Suddenly Leah wasn't in front of me and I was pushed up against a wall a large and trembling body crouched in front of me. "Paul what the hell!" I shouted as he growled loudly at Leah who had my bloodied towel in her hands. In the doorway stood Sam and Emily, both wearing concerned expressions at both Paul and I.

"What did you do to her!" Paul roared, his body shaking even more and I was almost certain that at any moment. My big temperamental boyfriend would burst into a wolf, shredding me to pieces along with him.

Now I know it's a bit short but I was a bit distracted and I just had to leave it here.

Don't worry though the other chapters will be longer, today is just a lousy day for me.

Review and I'll have old kickable Seth in the next chapter!

Now that I think about it, does anyone miss Seth?

Seth- "I do"

Me- "Nobody asked you!"

-Pulls out shotgun and aims at his head-