Hiya! Er… I realized I didn't say anything on my first chapter so here it is! I hope that everyone enjoys the story, I may change it to M… I'm not sure… I hope that I can keep my readers either way!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Light… So bright… I squinted my eyes to the painful sun. I took in a breath and moved my hands towards my eyes. Where was I? I couldn't remember what had happened last night, but I remembered pain… I opened my eyes fully to the blinding sunlight, gasping softly. It was so pretty… I was staring out a window looking at green… Green trees, green grass… I could see the blue of the sea wailing in the background, the waves crashing over each other, begging for attention. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up slightly at the sheer beauty of the forest. It was then the memories came back slowly.

The pain in my lips reminded me of the giant paws crashing down on my face, filling my mouth with my metallic tasting blood. I could still taste it in my mouth… I could feel a throbbing on my chest where my rib cage was. I could only imagine what else was wrong with me, but at the moment those were the two things that hurt the most. I could almost picture my battered face, small cuts adorning my porcelain skin. I looked down to decipher how bad everything was… Whether I would have to tell Mr. and Ms. Q about it or whether I could handle it on my own.

It was then I realized I wasn't in my room. The walls were wooden and old, but smelled warm and comforting. The floor had an old rug on it. I wondered silently how long it had been there. There were small weavings of wolves on the edges of the rug, they were chasing each other. There was a single light bulb hanging above my head and a small lamp next to me standing on a wooden end table that had chips covering the corners. I then took a moment to look at where I was sitting… which was in the middle of a bed covered with warm brown blankets. I sat there, stunned. Where was I? I hadn't seen this place ever before… and I wasn't sure if I was safe or not. Where was Jacob? I remembered him carrying me… and then it went black. I shuddered at I looked at the sheets, wondering what possibly could've happened while I was unconscious.

It was then I noticed that I wasn't wearing a shirt. It had been replaced by white bandages wrapped tightly around my torso. I took in a shaky breath, trying to remember. I couldn't… I could barely remember when I had been conscious… even that was foggily swimming in my mind somewhere I couldn't find. It was as if I had misplaced everything that had happened… My memory was so full of holes that I could barely form a coherent thought. I was shaking as I desperately tried to remember, had I done something I would've regretted?

The door creaked open and a shirtless Jacob walked in slowly, as if he was gauging my reaction. "How're you feeling?"

I grabbed the sheets to my chest, the bandages were a bit revealing and it wasn't something I wanted him to look at! "What happened? What happened to me? And where am I!?" My voice was tense and strained with worry, it didn't sound like my own.

"You hurt yourself… and…" He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "You passed out so I brought you here?"

"And?" I braced myself for what else must've happened… the evidence was there… I thought… I didn't really know anything, I was just assuming the worst.

"And?" He looked at me curiously.

"And then what did I do?" I clutched at my handfuls of sheets nervously, my hands were sweaty… I could feel my fingers dampening the sheet.

"You passed out after smiling at me… How you could smile at a time like that, I'll never know." He sat down on a seat across from the bed.

"And that's all?"

"Yeah… I brought you here to fix you up…" He started blushing, "I wasn't the one who took off your shirt, it was Emily… I promise." I sighed a sigh of relief, I had only passed out. Thank god… I remembered smiling, oddly enough… I remembered being held… By someone really warm… I remembered… I remembered that guy called Paul who exploded into a wolf, which was very strange… and I remembered… Rocky! Was he still alive!?

"Rocky! Where's Rocky!?" I flipped my legs out of the bed and stood up only to falter and fall back down quickly. Jacob was there in only a second, he caught me gently. "Where is he?!"

"Sit down! You can't walk just yet!" He set me down, but I was fighting to get up.

"Rocky! Where is he?" My only friend… Yes, it was a dog, but he was who I talked to. He was the one who kept me from going crazy…

"The dog with one eye?" asked Jacob. "He's downstairs, lapping up the attention." I sighed and flopped back down on the bed, grateful that my one act of heroism wasn't wasted… He was okay… Thank goodness. He was what I could protect. I had lost my parents because I hadn't stayed back to help them… I ran… Even though my mum told me to run, I should've stayed. I should've died too… and now I had to protect Rocky. Piss off about protecting myself, I barely mattered anymore.

Jacob threw me a big shirt. I caught it uneasily. "Put that on… You should come downstairs… Emily's been dying to see what you're like."

"I hope I don't disappoint…"

He laughed, "I doubt you will." I blushed a bit.

"Thank you Jacob…" I said softly.

"Call me Jake."

"Okay…" I muttered as I threw the shirt over my head as quickly as possible. I stood up slowly, waiting for my balance to come back to me. Once I had a good footing I made my way down the creaky old stairs. What had I gotten myself into now?

I tottered down the stair case after a long ordeal of learning how to walk with stairs again. I nearly tumbled a few times, but I caught myself by the skin of my teeth. I didn't want to announce my presence by falling and breaking something. That would be just perfect… ugh…

I walked into a kitchen… Jake was sitting there sharing a muffin with Rocky who was begging at his lap. Another boy who looked older than Jake, but was the same size, stood up next to a woman who had her back turned away from me. And then there was another one who was much younger, maybe fifteen. I was yet again, the only white person. By now, I had gotten used to the scorns… I prayed that they wouldn't see me different too. Jake turned to me and gave me a reassuring smile. I forced my lips to curve into an uneasy smile. I wasn't sure where I was… It was so scary!

I took a step and the youngest one turned to me, smiling. I waved nervously, my cheeks were burning. "Hi there. Your name's Melody right?"He was tall and mostly limbs, but he still had muscles. His eyes were also smiling so I decided that if I needed to, in a time of desperate need as in if everyone in that room jumped me, I could trust him… sort of…

"Er… yes…" I was barely audible. I was concentrating on just breathing.

"That's Seth," Jake didn't even look up while talking, he was teasing Rocky with a scrap of food. Rocky was running around in circles begging. I smiled again… what else could I do? My tongue was stuck… Where was my voice when I needed it? I didn't have a problem talking when that guy, Paul, was threatening me! Maybe I should become a mime… that sounded safe.

The woman turned around to face me, I was looking at the ground… I owed her a lot, from what I heard from Jacob… She bandaged me up while I was losing a lot of blood. I took in a deep breath before I looked up to meet her eyes with my own.

Her eyes were so beautiful. They were the type that many girls would die for. She had brown eyes that smiled. They glittered with honesty and happiness… They weren't dull, they weren't able to die from sadness, they powered through. Once I finally stopped standing there like an idiot I said a small "hello…" She just smiled, I think she understood… If I had to guess, I think Jake filled her in on my life, or at least what he knew from our small talks.

She had a scar on her face… I let myself wonder where it came from. She reminded me of my mom… That scar represented struggle and regret… but I couldn't sense any struggle or regret… all I could feel was warmth. How could she be happy like I tried so hard to be? She had it worse… She had a scar stuck on her face for all to see, while I was complaining about my own… One that wasn't always visible like hers. I felt so selfish…

I reached out to her, as if I was a zombie. In that instant, all I wanted to tell her was that we were the same. I wanted to show her I had one too… And that I still thought she was pretty, because behind all that happiness I knew everyone was scared. So scared…

But before I could make it, I felt a hand on my throat pushing me into a wall. I heard Emily scream and I felt a warm body… It was the man standing next to her holding me against the wall. Seth was struggling to get him off of me, as well as Jacob. I thought Jacob would explode, his face was bawled up in anger. What had I done?

"Do not stare at her." Snarled the man who had his hand around my fragile throat. I clawed at it, my lungs screaming for air.

"Let her go, god damnit!" yelled Jacob.

"Let her go!" I heard Emily cry… It was all getting blotchy…

I got some air down my throat while he was adjusting his hold on me. He could probably crush my neck… I choked out, while holding up my scarred arm for all to see, "I have one too… I just wanted… *gulp* her… *cough*… to know… *gasp* she was… still… *cough*… pretty… to me…" and then I blacked out.

I woke up yet again, in the same place… looking out that window. Although, this time I wasn't alone. Emily was sitting on a stool next to me. Her face was tranquil… I just looked at her… Blank.

"You awake, eh?" Her voice was soft, weary even. "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry… I just wanted to…"

" I know…" She looked at me with pity. I didn't want pity… "I know… Sam… He means well… He didn't realize…"

"I'm sorry…" I turned my head away.

"Silly, don't be sorry. I know what a scar means… I know how you got yours… They tie people together sometimes… I remember when I was your age… I hid my scar for a while, because it was a mark of failure…" She sighed a bit. I sat up in the bed. "But… In the end, I don't think I would give my scar away… it makes me who I am." I didn't really respond. "You know… I think that Jake may have something to tell you that I can't…. I would like to, because it would make a whole lot more sense of things, but it's not my place…"

"What is it?" My voice pleaded.

"I can't tell you, silly! Didn't I just say that?" She smiled at me and I was compelled to smile back. "All I know is that you mean quite a bit to Jacob… and you are in for the ride of your life soon…" She sighed and her hand absent mindedly went up to touch her scar. "I had to fight him to get him to go back downstairs for a while, he didn't want to leave." She laughed a bit to herself. I thought it odd… I barely knew Jacob… Why would he care about me, of all people. I meant nothing.

I took in a deep breath and thought… Of all people, Jacob found a wallflower of a girl who was trying desperately not to be seen by anyone… He saw me when no one else bothered to look… and I was so grateful, because even though I pretended to be annoyed by his shirtless presence, I didn't really mind him being there… He saw past the gawky girl with a scar… And thought he saw someone worth saving…

Okay, now, about what I said with changing the rating to M… well, I kindaaaaaa have a sexual theme I would like to incorporate into the story, if anyone's wondering if it's going to be tasteful or not I can answer that right here. It's going to be tasteful, because I think that the characters really deserve some manners on my part. ^_^ I still am not sure, because I've never written an M fanfic before, so lemme know. =)

BTW: Spoiler: Renesme's still here… what will happen when she comes??? DRAMA! Woot woot!