PHASING
I own nothing. Except Mikayla, the plot, and the title.
I wanted someone to stay up with me for one night. I hardly ever slept anymore. I just needed someone to comfort me. I rolled over in my bed and looked at my clock. 2:30. I sighed and closed my eyes. Tick, tick, tick. AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGH!!!!! Sleep wasn't happening. I kicked my sheet – the thinnest, coolest cover I had – away from me and got out of bed, deciding that, if any of the others were awake now, they wouldn't be running, and even if they were, I didn't care anymore. I threw my shirt to the ground and left the house. Pulling my shorts off, I phased. And I was off running. The wind in my fur felt so good that I didn't even notice the voice in my head.
Jacob, don't.
It was Sam.
Go away. I need to run. It's two thirty. Go to fucking sleep.
Jacob, come home.
No.
Jacob, calm down.
No. Leave me alone.
Don't forget who you are, Jacob. Run now; I can see you need it. But when you've calmed down, you need to come back. I can see how much all of this hurts you. But I think you're overreacting. You don't even know Mikayla.
I didn't know Bella either.
Jacob, please. Just think about this.
I'm running so I don't have to think. Just leave me alone.
Jacob.
Sam.
Jacob, don't do this.
Sam, GO TO SLEEP!
Fine. Just make sure you're back when Billy wakes up.
Don't worry. I will be. Just because I've given in to phasing doesn't mean I'll stop pretending that I'm okay with my life.
Jacob, pretending is bad. This lie is going to drive you crazy.
Already has.
And I didn't allow Sam's words to distract me after that. After a while, his constant stream of Jacob, don't stopped. And I ran.