RPOV:

In the past few months, my parents had been fighting more than ever, I was avoiding Jacob Black at all costs, I had been glared at by 827 different people, and the razor blade in the medicine cabinet became me best friend.

I've come home every day to find my house empty. My mom would come home first, wearing something much to dressy for errands or work. My dad would come home a couple hours later and head straight for his room. He would stay there until dinner, which was a silent ordeal. They rarely talked to each other, and when they did, it would become some blown out fight about nothing.

Avoiding Jacob was a hard thing to do. I sat next to him in any class I had with him, and for the first few days he always tried to spark up conversations with me. He gave up quickly since I would either barely reply or ignore him all together. Embry had invited me to sit with them often, but I declined every time. I was fine sitting alone reading, which was what I had planned on doing at lunch from now on. But of course Alice saw me alone and danced over to my table to keep me company.

All of these complications lead to the razor. It was almost an automatic reaction. Whenever I got upset, I'd head straight for the bathroom. Something bad happened at school and the first thing I did when I got home would be to run up the bathroom. It helped my lifeless self fell alive. It made me feel like I had control over what happened to me. I felt as if all my pain flowed out of me in my blood. I couldn't explain the way I felt it words, but it was a my savior, and I was anything but proud of that. I had looked at my arms in the morning and feel disgusted with myself and guilty, which only made me want to cut more. It was like a never ending cycle, and I was stuck in the tide of it. I didn't know how to get out, but I wasn't necessarily planning on trying any time soon.

******

"Afternoon mah darlin'!" Alice sang as she sat down at the lunch table.

"Hi Alice." I mumbled, toying with the soppy spaghetti on my tray.

"How's your day so far?" She took a petite bite from her apple.

"Usual" She tried to keep up the conversation after that with little avail. The bell rang eventually and I was sent off to my next class. Of course, Jacob was in that class, but we hadn't talked in forever.

******

I stepped into the classroom and the teacher greeted us all. "Today we're going to do an experiment that could get messy, so sleeves up, smocks on!" Ms. Bentley announced.

I quickly threw on a smock and sat back down next to Jake. I rolled up my sleeves and crossed my arms.

"Directions are on the sheet. Get started!" Called out Ms. Bentley before sitting at her desk and turning her attention to her computer.

Jake and I worked in close to silence, only talking when necessary.

"Can you pass me that beaker." Jake asked.

I handed him the beaker, but forgot about my wrists for the moment, which was a huge mistake. I felt his hand grab my wrist and his gaze harden.

"What the hell is this?!" His voice was strained. I tried to pull my wrist out of his hand, but his grip tightened. "Renesmee, what the hell is this." He growled through gritted teeth.

I stayed silent, hoping he would let it go. Instead of that, he stood up and started walking to the front of the room towing me behind him. "May we be excused for a minute, Ms. Bentley?" Jake tried to come off as calm as possible, but it wasn't working.

"Of, of course you can." She stumbled, probably shocked by the hostility in his eyes. He pulled me down the hall, around a corner and down a flight of stairs. We were standing in a basement filled with gym equipment. He quickly stopped and turned to face me.

"Renesmee, I want to know now, what the hell this is!" He almost yelled, shoving my wrist toward myself.

"Nothing" I mumbled.

"NOTHING?! You're kidding me! You call this nothing?! Your entire arm is covered in cuts and you're claiming it's NOTHING!" He yelled. I cringed away from him. "Why the hell are you doing this? Do you even have a reason?!" That was the last straw.

"Of course I have a fucking reason! You think I'd hurt myself for attention? Or just because I felt it would get me pity from those who hate me at this school? Did you think I just felt like hurting myself one day?! NO! I have a goddamn reason!" I exploded. He had crossed a major line.

"Would you care to tell me this reason!?" I could see a trace of surprise in his eyes as he yelled back.

"NO!" I screamed. "I don't 'care' to tell you! Why the hell do you give a shit about me?! Why the hell do I all of a sudden matter?! Why do you care so much as to why I'm doing this?! Why don't you just leave me alone, let me do what I want, and go back to your perfect-ass life!"

"Because I fucking care about you!" He screamed, before shutting his mouth, surprised by his own words.

JPOV:

"Because I fucking care about you!" I yell before I realized what I had screamed. I quickly shut my mouth and my eyes widened.

"Why?" She whispered. A single tear ran down her cheek. "I'm broken, and I won't ever be fixed. You can't really care about me."

"I-I-I don't care what 'condition' you're in. I don't need...I don't want a perfect person. If I did, I would still have feelings for Leah." I whispered back.

"Stop, please." She cried, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"I need to know why you're doing this to your self, Ness." I lighting grabbed her wrist.

"Please, don't make me tell you. I-I can't."

"Of course you can. I won't judge you." I tried to sound reassuring.

"I can't. Please, Jacob, I can't tell you." The pain in her voice was heart-wrenching.

"I know, hun, but I need to know. I want to help."

"You can help by not making me tell."

"Telling me might help you a little bit.

"No." She let out a single sob before pulling her hand out of my grip and running for the stairs.

I stood there alone in the middle of the basement, not sure what to do next. The girl I could possibly, uncontrollably love is hurting herself and I don't know why. I wiped the tear that had been forming in my eyes and walked up the stairs. The halls were now filled with student, many of which stared at me as I made my way back to Ms. Bentley's room to get my stuff. Renesmee was just leaving as I got to the door. I watched her retreating figure for a moment before entering the room. I grabbed my stuff after a concerned exchange with Ms. Bentley and went off to my next class.

******

I opened my phone and read the text from Leah.

mrnin baby. cnt w8 to c u! wear tht blu tshirt 2 skool. itll mtch mine prfctly! o & i hav sumtin 4 u 2nite (;

I rolled my eyes at the shirt comment and replied: good morning to you too. i need to talk to you before school.

I quickly pulled on my clothes and ran downstairs, grabbed some toast, said bye to my dad, and hopped into my truck. I blasted the radio before pulling out of the driveway.

The parking lot was packed, but I quickly spotted Leah's convertible. The only convertible in the town under a near constant cover of clouds and rain. "spoiled" was the word that described her in my head now. From "Beautiful" to "Spoiled" isn't a good change. My mind and thoughts had changed so much since Renesmee came to town.

Leah skipped over to my truck as I parked a few spots down from her. "Hey baby." She said before rapping her arms around my neck and trying to pull me into a kiss.

"Wait a sec, Leah." I said quickly, pushing her back a little. "Look, I don't have feelings for you anymore."

"But, we're perfect together. You're quarter back and I'm cheerleading captain. We were made for each other. Plus, we look great together too!" She looked honestly confused, and I tried to remember why I had liked her.

"Sure, we're all of those things, but I don't have feelings for you anymore. As hot as you are, I don't like you anymore." Realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

"WHAT?!" She screeched, drawing all eyes to us. "IS THIS BECAUSE OF THAT NEW GIRL!? SHE'S A FREAK! YOU CAN'T HONESTLY LIKE HER! NO ONE LIKES HER!" Even having gown up being taught not to hit a woman, it was the hardest thing in the world to refrain from slapping Leah.

"Do you even know her? Have you ever had a conversation with her? Sat down and asked what being her is like? You never tried to get to know her. No one ever tried. Everyone just pointed fingers and judged her because she was different." I said calmly. Leah just turned around and ran off to the school building.

"Jake!" I heard Quil call. I sighed and turned to face him. "You realize the whole school just heard that, right?"

"You think I care at this point?" I snapped before walking toward the building.

A.N. My excuse for taking so long is writer's block. Oh, and the fact that I almost punched my computer because when I was almost done with the chapter it froze up and the entire chapter went unsaved, so I had to take a few days for a break before I killed something. : P I know it's short and what not, but I had a small epiphany and felt like sharing before it got ruined

A.N. Part II : I'm sorry it took so long! My friend has been extremely sick lately so I've been concentrating a lot on her. If she doesn't get better she'll have to be sent away, so I've been trying to help as much as possible. Please understand my reason for such little updating. /: