Sitting alone in his apartment, Jacob Black cried. He didn't know what was worse loosing Bella, his best friend, or her daughter, Renesme, the love of his life. The werewolf felt the warm tears burning his face as they ran down his face. He felt disgusted by the fact that he was letting himself cry and ran off to the kitchen where he grabbed the sharpest knife he could find and pressed the blade down upon his skin until a thin trickle of red dribbled down his arm and fell to the floor. "Any pain is better than the pain I feel in my heart, if I even have a heart", he murmured slowly raking the blade against the soft skin of his arm.
Slowly, Jacob blinked as he saw the small of pool of blood on his kitchen floor. He snapped out of his daze, amazed at what he had just done, considering the fact that he always scoffed at the cutters at his school, secretly afraid of the pain that they self-inflicted. Now he was one of them. The raven haired teen smiled inwardly, for some reason feeling relieved.
He walked to the sink and grabbed a wash cloth and began to clean up the warm crimson blood in his floor and arms, with a gigantic grin gracing his face which had been somber and serious since the accident.