AN So here it is guy's! Heres my seventh chappie! Do please send a lil' review my way and tell me what you think!!!
(wow... dudes and dudettes! this is my shortist AN!!)
Somebody help me
I'm being haunted by a whisper, a chill comes over me.
Ive been trapped inside this moment, i'm not a victim, im not a freak!
Free me! Before I slip away,
Heal me! wake me from this day,
Can somebody help me?!
I've seen the face of my addiction, of my reality,
I'm being tortured by the future, of things that's yet to be.
I'm being haunted by a vision, it's like the morning never comes,
I feel the burning of confusion, aways searching on the way.
Can somebody help me?
Paul had stood there watching her leave, watching as her hair flicked like it always did—be it in mysteriousness or like a puppy that could never sit still, always needing to do something— he watched as the light seemed to leave the area as she did—she was like a beacon but a beacon that was hell bent on leading any reliant creature into the hazardous and razor rocks—and as he watched her leave the old Paul came back. The old Paul that wanted nothing more than to mess around with a couple of girls then go out and have some fun but there was a new side of his brain that was yelling and howling at him for even thinking about being unfaithful to his imprint, even if she didn't know what she was to him.
He looked up to the sky lost, the wolf still howling with fury, pride and what seemed like pain, and found no answers there. He only felt the aching in his chest that was increasing with Fae's departure, it was hallowing and the old Paul was kicking him for being to whipped, for being at her mercy but yet he still felt loyal to her, he wanted to know everything about her. He prized himself on knowing her traits, well knowing a few, like how she would brush her right hip when someone asked about were she came from or what her parents were like, or how her eyes would spark with such ignition the cerulean glow would grace her alabaster cheeks when she was excited about something. He even noticed that silver streak that ran straight from the top of her iris, right through the pupil and down to the bottom of her iris in her right eye; it looked like a silver lightning bolt.
Paul sighed as the aching in his chest increased and it seemed as if his chest was constricting, he shook his head for clearance and decided it was time for him to go to Emily's, he was starving and he didn't feel like going back to his place; to his mother and her questions and her disapproving frowns that where always aimed his way.
Paul slammed his eyes shut and willed the annoying tears to disappear; they showed weakness and fear, Paul was not aloud to be seen like that so he never cried—well he never cried until Fae came along. — He set off for Emily's, trying to clear his mind as he did so as he didn't want any pack member knowing about his feelings for Fae, yes they knew she was his imprint but he didn't want them to see him weak and to see how bound he was to her. The walk to Emily's didn't take all that long as Paul was lost in his thoughts and soon he found himself in Emily's homely kitchen.
"Hey Emily." He said to her, Emily turned to him with a smile on her face but it soon faded when she caught sight of him, she pursed her lips in thought.
"Paul you needn't worry, you know how imprinting works, she will love you." She said with such knowledge and determination it shocked Paul but he was quick to find faults.
"How do you know Em? Yes all the other girls fell in love but Fae's not like all the other girls, you saw how different she is and that's not even a dent in it!" He cried exasperated, throwing his hands into the air. "What do I do with her?"
Emily looked at him sympathetically, her eyes shinned with pity and understanding, she too saw Fae as she bared her fangs at Sam or how she kicked her Sam across the room but she also saw the beauty that Fae was yet to see herself, she saw how her presence lit up a room and the beauty that shot out of her when Sam grabbed her; the light that shot out of her. She was Paul's light.
"What do you mean what do you do with her Paul?" She asked in a harse tone, "Have you not seen the beauty in her Paul?" she said in a softer tone, "Have you not seen how special she is? Yes she is different but so are you Paul. You expect her to just treat you like any other human being yet you don't treat her as you want to be treated, how is that fair Paul?" Emily said and then turned back to lunch; the boys will be home shortly for their lunch so she left him to ponder over her wise words.
Paul sat there and pondered until he was interrupted by the shouts and chuckles coming from his pack brothers, they burst in through the door and silenced as soon as they saw Paul until Jacob spoke up.
"You picked one hell of an imprint Paul." He commented snidely at him, the others behind him snickered; all but one snickered at his comment, in fact Seth hadn't been laughing at all.
Paul stood up immediately, "What do you mean by that Jacob?!" he snarled.
Jacob smirked, "Really what are you going to do with her, you can't let her out in the sun encase she might burn or sparkle and now we find out she can barely read English!"
Paul snarled, "You know she aint a leech and you know nothing about her! She's smart and well capable of anything she puts her mind to! At least I didn't imprint on a half-breed" he spat out the word half-breed as if it made him sick and he needed to get rid of it as soon as possible.
The two lunged at each other, rolling and throwing punches out the door were they both burst into huge wolves, their hackles rose and teeth snapping while bone-chilling snarls were heard. The two wolves lunged again and fought tooth and claw, falling into instinct, not letting thought's burden them but soon a memory of Jacobs barrelled into Paul's head.
They where in English, Jacob sat at the very back on the opposite side of the room as Fae, the sun was shinning in rays and hitting Fae; the glow that she seemed to emit lit up the class room and the occasional blue streak would flash against the walls as she would shake her head, letting the sunlight catching the blue streaks in her hair.
"Ms O'Reilly! Please read the paragraph Romeo said to Juliet and tell us what you think he means by it?" the teacher called upon her.
Fae looked panicked at first but a cold mask crept over her face soon after, she looked down at the page and studied it for a minute; her pale brow creasing up in confusion.
Paul felt Jacob smirk at seeing Fae's confusion and panic and it made his blood boil but he watched on.
Fae looked up again and looked him in the eye, the teacher seemed to look triumphant at seeing her unable to complete his task, "No." she said to him.
"What do you mean 'no' Fae? Do you find it difficult to read Shakespearean?" he said to her snidely as if he knew something.
Fae smirked at him and placed her hands on the table top and stood up, her eye's were glowing fiercely and her raven bangs were finding it difficult to contain the glow, "It looks like you've read some of my files then. So tell me teach! Did you keep on reading or stop at that part?"
The teachers face grew red and his face twisted but he soon levelled his face out again, "Are you going to read the passage or not Ms O'Reilly?"
"No, I am not." She said with finality.
"Won't… or can't?" he threw at her.
"Stop it now!" Sam bellowed the command.
The two wolves stopped, frozen in place. Paul lowered his head in submission to his alpha while Jacob stood tall and defiant against his old alpha.
"What are you fighting over!?" he snarled at the two.
Paul and Jacob both phased back and pulled on some cut of shorts, Jacob beating Paul to the question, "He imprinted on a freak! He is endangering us by being with her!"
"How dare you! You imprinted on a fucking half-breed!" Paul snarled, defending his imprint. "So Fae's different, whoop-di-fucking-do! We're different too! What's so bad about her being different?!"
Emily stood in the door frame and smiled at Paul, she smiled at how he defended his imprint in front of his brothers and how he took her advice to heart, as she had seen Fae. She had seen Fae with a different set of eyes than her boys have, she saw the girl who was hard and angry because of something that happened to her a long time ago, and she saw the aftershocks of her past.
Sam didn't even get a chance to speak as Jacob cut him off, "What's wrong?! What's wrong?!!?! She's beyond different, she's a freak! We at least have a species, we have a reason to live and we have a purpose! She is just a freak of nature! She's here for nothing! She. Is. Useless.!!!!" He screamed at Paul.
Paul started to shake and quiver with anger, his whole body was spasming and huge rivets of anger pulsed through him, shockwaves coursed through his blurring form. The whole pack watched as he was shaking, all expecting him to phase; all expecting him to fail and give into his anger like he always does but he stopped, it was like a switch had been flicked and his body stood still and ceased shaking and quivering and they all watched him with shock and disbelief clear on their faces, except for Emily; she stood watching him with pride in her heart and a smile on her lips.
"She does have a purpose; she is my reason to live." Paul's voice was balanced, he was not screaming yet he was not whispering, "Fae is not a freak, a freak cannot create beautiful things like that wolf she created today-"
"That was her!?" Jared asked shocked.
"Yes that was her, she created that. I watched her with my own eyes, she sat down and opened her hands and picked the colours out of the air around her and pieced them together to create it, she never used some devil ritual like you make it out to be Jac-"
"That doesn't mean shit! She's still a freak and we have no clue what she is! She's a danger to us all!" Jacob shouted.
"She is no danger! So what if she's fucking different! All of us are different, everyone is different! Sure Jared," Paul turned and looked at Jared, "Kim's your imprint and we have all seen her come out with statement's like, 'I wish it would stop raining' and the rain would get lighter and sometimes even stop, do you love her any less because of that? Sam," Paul turned to look at Sam then, "You know as well as I do that Emily can tell what your thinking just by looking at you and we all love her for it, you didn't stop loving her because of that, and you," Paul turned towards Jacob, his tone now seething, "You're the biggest hypocrite of them all! You imprinted on the half-breed, you imprinted on the spawn of our sworn enemies, your purpose to be! You imprinted on a girl that can place thoughts, emotions, and feelings into your head and yet you object to me imprinting on Fae when I have never put up so much resistance as you have with me imprinting on Fae? You are no brother of mine." He seethed, the whole pack gasped and Jacobs mouth dropped, what ever his expectations to Paul's reaction it obviously was not this.
Yet Paul continued, "Bring her here, ask her to show you what she can do, ask her questions but what ever you decide it will not change the fact I imprinted on her, and it will not change the fact I found my soul mate."
*back with Fae*
After her confrontation with her English teacher Fae had stood up and stalked out of class, she had been wandering around since, only one more class to lunch and then maybe she could escape this hell hole, she was currently stalking along a smallish corridor with the most horrendous colour scheme Fae had ever seen when a soft noise pricked her ears. Fae stopped dead and listened to the sound, her animalistic side kicking in wanting to track the source of the sound, that saying curiosity killed the cat; well she's not cat.
She tracked the sound a minute or two and came to the outside of the girl's toilets, and she heard crying, well it was more like sobbing really.
'Aw shit! What do I do! I'm crap with this stuff, maybe I could just turn around and leave… no… Sparkler would kill me, god I've missed that girl. Right ok… here I go!'
After Fae's mental prep talk—to herself— she walked into the bathroom and found a sight she really didn't think she would ever see; Leah was down on the floor against the wall with her head in her hands and sobbing her heart out.
"Leah?" Fae asked quietly.
Leah's head snapped up, she rubbed her eyes furiously and scowled in Fae's direction, "What the hell are you doing here?" she croaked; her voice splintered and hoarse with sobbing.
"It's nice to see you too Leah!" said Fae, "Girl, why are you crying?"
"I ain't!" Leah denied it even though she knew Fae knew she was crying.
"Don't bullshit me Leah, what's wrong?"
Leah stood up and scowled, her face contorted in anger, "Piss off Fae! You wouldn't understand!"
"I'm sure I could try… after you stopped the pity party that is." She replied in a cool and even tone.
Leah's face darkened, her eyes shone with anger and sorrow, "I should be allowed to be sad, I should be aloud to cry after what he's done to me! You wouldn't understand!"
Fae scoffed, "You're crying over some stupid bloke, I thought you were smarter and stronger than that Leah! I can't believe this Leah! Pull yourself together girl! Obviously it wasn't meant to be-"
Leah cut Fae off there, her fuse was now non-existent and she was glaring at Fae with pure hate, "What? Just like it was never meant for you to have a family who actually loved you, who actually wanted you? It was never meant for you to actually have a home and just like you were never meant to have somebody in your life to love you, cause let's face it Fae. Who would want a freak like you? You're broken and no one wants damaged goods, they're worthless just like you!" Leah ended her rant and waited a few seconds, the light in the room multiplied due to Fae and a white light was surrounding her, it was obvious Leah hadn't thought of what she was saying as her watery eyes grew large and she gasped.
Leah tried to take it back but Fae beat her, "What do you expect me to do Leah? You expect me to burst into tears because of what you just said, we'll don't hold your breath!" Fae's voice was venomous and stray light beams sparked and zapped, some hitting Leah and cutting and burning her, Leah winced; be it from those stray light beams or Fae's tone and words.
"You're words don't mean anything to me Leah, you know nothing about me, you know nothing about what's happened in my past and you will never know my story because you mean nothing to me Leah. You think I'm broken, do you Leah! Do you wanna see all the cracks and dents then? Here! How about I show you this one here!" Fae snarled as she lifted her shirt to reveal a severely scarred abdomen, Fae used her index finger and pointed to a circular burn mark, "cigarette burn," she then pointed to a single pink line was just under her ribcage, "Stabbed here," she then pointed to the claw marks that ran from the middle of her spine right round and down to her navel and laughed bitterly, "Daddy dearest," she then drew her finger down to the next circular scar; it was smoother than the burn mark, "Shot here." She pointed to three long vertical burn marks next, "Tortured."
By now Leah was crying again, with each scar she was shown her tears multiplied, what she had said to Fae would of broke her if it had been said to Leah but Fae was still here standing in front of her, the room around then was bursting with white light that was erupting out of Fae.
Fae pulled down her shirt and looked at Leah with glaring eyes, hate filled then and the cerulean glare that was seeping from them made Fae look utterly possessed. As Fae's eyes connected with Leah's, Leah only held her gaze for so long before they dropped to the floor, Fae had no tears in her eyes, no emotion but hate and fury, sheer fury that had the hairs on Leah's neck stand on edge.
"I'm not like you Leah, you are weak. You let some stupid man make you cry over something so trivial; love?" Fae laughed bitterly, "Sure, I haven't been loved since I was five, I don't remember it but that's made me stronger; I'm not like you, I don't cry with the loss of it. What makes love so good, it can't keep you alive, it will always die in the end, you can't see it, you can't trade it in for anything and its not worth seeking yet you sob over it? You make me sick Leah, you are weak and pathetic, see those scars I showed you? ... Well did you?"
Leah looked up and more tears fell from her dark brown eyes, "Y-yes." She stumbled and croaked.
"I never cried once, I never begged, I never pleaded, I haven't cried since I was eight years old. I am strong. I am unbreakable. I am not broken."
Leah looked up at Fae, the white and blinding light that was pouring out of her gave her a surreal image like a fallen angel that's lost all it's grace and compassion with impact—an angel that's lost its wings and its morals— and as Leah looked at her, she realised her words were true, she saw how Fae's words rung true, all of them except for the ones on love; it was worth having and it was worth seeking.
Leah's tears were still flowing freely, cascading down her tanned skin, she watched as Fae put her hands down by her thighs and spread her palms, she watched as the blinding white light that was glaring at her seeped back into Fae, it slowly dragged in to her skin and as it did so Fae's eyes grew brighter and her skin seemed whiter with more of a glow to it.
"F-fae, wait p-please. I-I'm sorry! Really I-"
"You did mean it Leah, and like I said before your words don't effect me, you think you slaggin' me off will make me cry and blurt out all my secrets and my reasons for the scars and nightmares well you so beyond right its not even fucking funny. I suggest you get back now, you wouldn't want people to think your hurt now would we."
Fae turned on her heel and stalked off, her raven hair flicking behind her leaving Leah in a state of shock, horror and sorrow. Just before Fae pulled on the door to depart from the bathroom she stopped and turned back to Leah, Leah felt a spark of hope blossom in her chest, Fae looked at her and said in a cold voice, a voice that shook Leah's body with ice, "Oh and don't tell anyone of my little show there Leah, keep it to yourself. Call it a parting gift if you want but you tell no one, that's the last gift I'll give you as a friend. You tell anyone of these scars I'll tell them all you're not as strong and unbreakable as you make out to be."
Soon after Fae's departure Leah had crumpled down to the floor and let sobs over-take her muscled body, but in this state her strong body just couldn't pick up the slack for her emotional distress as the thought of losing her only friend and because of what she said to her only friend, what she had said made the hairs on her arms stand on edge, something so cruel to someone who was only trying to comfort her, sure Fae wasn't very good a comforting but Leah did know that Fae would of heard her sobbing corridors away and she could of just turned around and forgot about her but yet she came back tried to comfort Leah in her own way. All Leah did was through it back in her face, lost her only friend and opened up and emotional hole that was never fixed and has been burning and ripping for too long now. Everything raced through Leah's mind, her thoughts were mangled and they barrelled into each other creating messy mixtures of words and feeling's
Those scars! They haunted Leah, they kept flashing behind her clenched and shut eyelids. They weren't alone either, the ones Fae had pointed out to Leah were only one of many and it made Leah sick.
Leah sat there in the girls toilets as her tears began to drip down her face again, this was no movie moment and one single yet significant tear fell from her sparkling eyes, floods of tears fell and her body shook as all her cracks and bruises caught up with her in a flood that crashed over her cold wall, all her dents were now showing and their tarnished surface glared at her viscously, the truth was Fae was strong, Fae was unbreakable but Leah... Leah was shattered, she was battered, she was bitter and Leah Clearwater was broken, she was broken not Fae.
