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Alright, here is another chapter, my lovelies.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters; I only own this plot and my own writings.

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I sit on the soft bed in the room I've been sleeping in and trace the light pattern on the sheet with my eyes. Edward is standing just a few feet away, leaning against the wall, and I can feel his eyes on me. I don't let myself look up as he begins to speak.

"Seth," he begins, "I know you don't want to talk about whatever happened, but you have to. We want to help you."

I shake my head and say, "It's nothing, really."

"I know it is more than nothing, Seth." Edward states, "If it were nothing you wouldn't be here. If it were nothing your thoughts wouldn't be so troubled. If it were nothing you wouldn't have the lines on your wrists or the gash on your shoulder."

My eyes shoot up to meet his and I can feel the venom in my glare.

"You don't know anything," I snap, "so don't talk like you do."

"I know enough to say that something's bothering you." Edward protests.

I huff and cross my arms. The burn of my glare wears off and my shoulders slump. I feel suddenly calm and tired. I fight the urge to let my eyes close and try not to lean down into the soft blankets. Within minutes, my fighting is in vain and I'm drifting off to sleep unwillingly. I feel someone pull the blankets over me and I sigh softly.

I'm sick of sleeping; it makes me feel like I'm running away from all my problems, running from reality, rushing to my dreamland of a perfect life with no abuse, no pain, no sorrow.

I want to wake and realize that it was all just a dream; he's still alive, Dad isn't abusive, Mom is drinking tea, not booze, and Leah and Sam are planning their wedding, not a search party. But if I must sleep, I never want to wake again. I want to sleep forever in my perfect dreamland where Jason is alive, Dad is nice again, Mom is addicted to herbal tea and Leah and Sam will be getting married soon.

I almost laugh at my naïveté—I can't sleep forever, because if I do, I'll be dead. Gone from this world and making everyone else's lives so much easier without having to worry about little Seth Clearwater, the worthless runt of the pack. The one who doesn't fit in. The one who only fit with one person and the one who screwed himself over by ruining that gold person who made him feel right—feel welcomed and happy to be alive.

As my dreams blend together and fade to darkness, I know that I'm coming back to reality. My eyes slide open easily and I'm alone in the room. I tiptoe out of the room and downstairs and out into the cold night air. The moon is full and gives just enough dim light for me to find my way down the stairs and into the grass. I sit down and stare up at the sky. The stars gleam and shimmer against the pitch black sky and I sigh quietly.

I miss home, I miss La Push. I miss Leah, I miss Sam, I miss Jason.

I bring my thumb to my mouth and chew on the hangnail at the edge of my finger. I don't hear someone come out of the house until they're right next to me, staring down at me as I look up, past them, at the sky.

"Seth," it's Bella. She's nice, quiet, but nice.

"Bella," I mimic, forcing a small smile as I sit up. She sits cross legged next to me and glances over out of the corner of her eyes.

"They're all worried about you." She tells me, "I was talking to Jake yesterday. He says that Leah's a wreak and your mother is about ready to get my dad to make a state wide search for you."

I don't react to the words. I know it's unfair to Leah, because she didn't do anything wrong. She was just supposed to have her happily ever after with Sam and move up to Seattle, or something. She wasn't supposed to postpone the wedding and spend days—or has it been weeks?—searching for me, her stupid younger brother.

"Billy says that your dad… disappeared a while ago. Said something about going to find you." Bella continues when I don't answer. "But Jake… he said that that's the last thing you would want, for your father to find you."

I sigh shakily and knot my fingers into the damp grass.

"M-My father is the worst e-excuse for a p-parent." My voice trembles and breaks as I confess this.

"Tell anyone and I'll beat you senseless, ya hear?"

I wince at the bark of my father's gruff voice ringing in my skull. Bella's hands overlap one of mine and she feels warm. Maybe I'm cold; I don't know. My hands start to shake and Bella tightens her grip on my hand.

"Seth…" she sounds sad, but not as broken as I am.

I yank my hand out of her grasp and stand up, walking away as I say, "I-I just need some time to th-think."

I stumble past the Cullen's house and into the woods. I collapse somewhere under a tall, big tree and curl up on my side. I close my eyes and, if I listen hard enough, I can hear voices in the distance.

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Sorry it's so short.

The next chapter will be longer.

Any guesses as to who Jason is?