a/n: this is the last chapter. I wanna say thanks to all the readers, I hope you enjoyed it. This was just kind of a whim of a story that I wanted to try out. Very bittersweet, I thought. Anywayyy, without further ado, the last chapter!

Her feelings she hides, her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind, she's fallen behind.
She can't find her place, she's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace, she's all over the place.
 She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
That's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Avril Lavigne: Nobody's Home

Senior

My room is a mess. It has been ever since that day in June when my whole world came crashing down. My heart ached as the scar threatened to reopen itself. I guess it was never completely healed anyway.

The image of you and Emily, standing at my doorstep…together...still breaks my heart.

"Leah, we have to tell you something." You said it so professionally, I almost wanted to laugh. I knew it then that you weren't my Sam anymore. You were someone else's. That alone made me want to break down to hysterics.

Emily's honey brown eyes darted back and fourth, worried. She never met my eyes and I knew something was wrong.

You then grabbed her hand. I watched, motionless.

"I love Emily and she loves me. We're together, Leah." You said, carefully.

That did it. I cracked. I started laughing because I didn't know what else to do. The sound was oddly disturbing and I tried very hard to stop, but couldn't. You looked at me with that face—it wasn't your face. The Sam I knew never scowled like that, especially not at me.

"You're joking, right? This has got to be some sick joke," I spat, anger taking over the hysteria.

You shook your head. Emily's face looked pained and regretful. "This isn't a joke. We love each other. I'm sorry." (end memory.)

I quickly shook the memory from my head, not wanting to remember anymore of it. I have to get ready for the traditional Quileute gathering tonight. It's supposed to be fun—friends, family, food and stories. I had no more friends (everyone thought of me as the bitter harpy), my dad is gone, eating became impossible, and the stories were no longer just stories, but rather a nightmare I'll have to live with for the rest of my life.

I remember always getting so excited to go to those things when I was younger…when I had friends, a dad and an appetite. I knew that a main reason why I'd get so excited about them was because you were always there. Today, I wasn't so excited.

Damn, where are my sweats? I kick around the junk littering my floor and come across a broken frame. The glass is cracked, but the picture is still visible—our prom picture. I can feel my body slowly crumbling down. And then I hear my dad's soothing voice echo in the background. It was as if he was there in the room with me.

"Fall seven times, stand up eight. I know you can do it, Leah."

The tears were pouring down my face before I could stop them. I pathetically curl myself into a ball on the floor of my room, hugging the old photograph and holding onto the memory with dear life. It was all I had left.

"Leah, honey, are you ready for the ceremony?" My mom's soft voice is far. I have about a good 3 minutes before she comes into my room to check up on me. I can't take another one of her "special talks." They never worked and pretending they did became harder.

I sniff and wipe the snot from my nose with the back of my hand. Hygiene meant little to me now a days.

"Leah?"

2 minutes. Where was that damn jacket? Ah, found it. I quickly thrust my arms through the sleeves of my black jacket and shove open the window. The cool wind instantly greets me as I recklessly snake my way onto the ground, producing a couple of new bruises.

I stuff my hands into my pockets and walk towards the cliff. Sitting on the cliff, I can be hidden, but still see everything. There's Seth and his friends, always the happy-go-lucky dorks. Quil and Embry are play wrestling on the ground. I have a theory that they're secretly attached at the hip. Jared is taking off his jacket and gently wrapping it around Kim as she smiles adoringly up at him. Paul helps Quil Attera Senior with the firewood, and Jake inches closer to that vampire girl, Bella. I see Billy rub my mom's hand soothingly as she mouths my name. She then closes her exhausted eyes as a single tear drops. I really shouldn't be so selfish.

My eyes reluctantly make their way to you and Emily. I can already feel the tears threatening to spill as I watch you caress her broken face. You then kiss her on the lips with the utmost gentleness that I can feel the jealousy and pain surge through me like an electric shock.

I quickly stumble to my feet and run; run like there's nothing holding me back, as if going forward was the only way to erase the agony and torture. I finally collapse somewhere in the forest and scream. Scream so loud and hard that I'm sure I've scared off a good amount of innocent forest creatures.

Tears blur my vision and I'm pretty sure I've won the award for biggest crybaby, but I don't care. Nothing matters anymore. You weren't there anymore to hold me when I cried, find me when I was lost, kiss me to make me feel better. And yet, there you were. Standing in front of me with guilty eyes. Was I dreaming?

"Leah." You say, voice cracking. The tears didn't stop coming. Your hand reaches for mine but I instinctively jump back.

"Don't touch me!" I warn.

"Leah, I'm so sorry," You say, inching closer to me while I back away. "I wish there was something I could do to make it better."

I laugh bitterly. "You wish?" I repeat. "You know what I wish, Sam? I wish my dad was still here. I wish that my mom didn't have to look at me everyday with that same agonized look, watching her daughter rot away. I wish I was never a part of this stupid wolf pack. I wish people would stop treating me like a fragile china doll and let me cry in peace. But most importantly, Sam, I wish you had kept all the promises you made me in the last 3 years."

Your face shifts in pain and I can't help but feel smug about it.

"Leah, the last thing I ever wanted to do was cause you pain…"

"Pain?" I say, becoming hysterical again. "I can live with pain. This is pain." I punch the nearest tree with all my strength and watch the blood seep from my knuckles down to my arm. I don't even flinch, but I notice your eyes bulge in exasperation.

"Are you crazy?! Let me see your hand!" You make a grab for the bloody mess but I quickly shove it out of reach.

"Pain I can deal with, Sam. But I'm like a fucking open wound. Things keep going into it, making it worse and there's nothing strong enough to close it up. The pain I got used to, I've surrendered to it. I'm numb. But regardless of anything you say or "wish" to make the wound go away, it'll always be there, haunting me forever."

I hit a weak spot. You begin shaking under your tough exterior. The serenity you've worked so hard on accomplishing was slowly unmasking itself. And for a brief moment, I feel guilty. You bite down on your lower lip hard as your eyes swell up with moisture, but it doesn't fall. You're a lot stronger than I'd ever give you credit for. You suck in your breath and let out a frustrated grunt as you punch the same tree I attacked.

The cackling sound was loud, but I remain stationary, watching your every move with guilty satisfaction. You cradle your wounded hand. I boldly take a step towards you and touch your bloody hand with mine.

"This pain will be the last thing we'll ever share together," I say weakly. I then quickly turn on my heals and head down to the ceremony, letting the lasts of my tears escape.

"I'm sorry," you whisper and I barely catch it; the wheezing and crying drowned out a lot of the excess noise in the background.

"I know." I say just as softly, I'm not sure you even hear it. As soon as I was out of earshot, the shaking becomes unbearable. My hands constantly clench and unclench as I shiver under the unfamiliar overload. I phase for the second time of my life, but this time I'm not scared. I was expecting it. I rip into my new skin and quickly become acquainted with it. This was the new me, and I have to deal with it. My mind is clear.

I'm sorry Jake, Embry, Quil, Paul and Jared for being a such a bitter old hag.

I'm sorry Seth and Mom for being such a pain. I'll try to heal faster for you guys.

I miss you, Dad...you're always in my memory.

Sam...be good to Emily.