Disclaimer: I'm not rich 'cause all I own is Alex… and he is really messed up:)

Alex POV

I am running in the forest, my throat is dry with thirst and my feet are covered in blisters. Only one thing keeps me from running right into that road: Her. I see her blue eyes against her dark skin; I have never seen their equal. She pleads with me. She tells me to stop. She says that She doesn't want me to hurt anyone. She looks at me with disgust. She hates me. Every word from Her lips is just another to appease me, but I would be perfectly appeased if I could just kiss Her, if I could just see Her solidly. If She still remembered me… I bet She has the hottest boyfriend in school, the best grades, the most popular friends; I bet she hasn't thought about me for a long time.

I see a dark blur on the edge of the highway, a girl is digging in the trunk of her car, her hair is light brown… Maybe she would like some help…

It wasn't Her, but she barely screamed. It was Her face I was kissing at least… Not brown eyes, but green, not fat lips, just full, and not white skin, but tanned. Her face scolds me in my mind's eye. As I turn away I again see the shadow of disgust overtaking Her features.

Enough! It's been 8 fucking years. STOP THINKING ABOUT HER! Why can't you move on? Haven't you done enough damage today alone?

I've been running for 6 months. Fucking girls for 3. I don't particularly enjoy it. In fact I often disgust myself with it, or rather, seeing Her hating me disgusts me, she was the most forgiving person I'd ever known. But it is the only thing in this hellhole of a world that can distract me for 5 seconds, from Her. Which doesn't make sense… since it is She that I see. It more of lessens the pain for awhile.

I know I am crazy, probably beyond being institutionalized. But how the hell am I supposed to find Her if I am in a fucking asylum? Simple: I can't. I am selfish, sickeningly so; that's why She hates me. But as long as She hates me, I at least get to see her.

She has saved me before, She will save me again, I just know it. She is the only thing keeping me here, my only reason for living, my only reason for being a human.

But it has been 8 years and She hasn't come. We never even said goodbye to each other. We never confessed our feelings, but I never felt like we needed too. We kissed once when we were 10 on a dare under the slide at recess. The last time I saw her came a few short weeks after that.

Our elementary lives were perfect and child-like. We loved as much as anyone could, we were the best of friends. We ran on the beaches, made fun of old Quileute legends, found secret hideouts, and just generally laughed our heads off. It was the best part of my life.

Until my mom decided it was time to move. It was as though something had happened in the middle of the night, because she just woke me up and said, "We're leaving. I have all you need, let's go."

"But-" I protested, rubbing the sleep from my tired eyes.

"No we are leaving Now." She grabbed my wrist and started to pull me away, I reached for the blanket we had made together out of fleece ties. It had a large picture of those frowning mushrooms from the Mario Brothers. She had given it to me for my last birthday, saying that I needed one because I was always so crabby. But my mother pulled me away and said, "You don't need that piece of crap."

The memory faded and I thought of my mom. She had died 8 months ago. Probably from lung cancer she smoked almost 2 packs a day, sometimes more, and never went to the doctor saying it was a waste of money. I didn't miss her at all, I hated my mother. But I did miss her money, the little she had left behind, no matter how I budgeted it it dwindled away to nothing within two months. So I had ran, away from civilization, shelter, food, clothing, I took all that was usable in the house A.K.A. nothing. I had a broken down pair of shoes and some nearly empty lighters. My father was never more than, "That bitch left me day after he met me, leaving me with you. Don't you ask any questions about him, you dumb shit." That's what my darling mother always said anyway.

About 2 ½ months after I had been living in the streets, I saw a girl, her tan skin and light brown hair reminded me immediately of Her. I was in shock. I had been so lost, my image of her had been fading from lack of nutrition. I have been keeping myself dirty but presentable in order to smooch off kind old ladies, but they never seemed to have more than a piece of bread and a cookie. Then, without thinking further than the fact that I was slightly presentable I followed her, she walked down one of the many dark alleys of Port Angeles and I took her. The feeling of relief for being painless for just 5 seconds after 8 years of pure agony was the most beautiful thing I could have imagined, so I continued, picking out girls around Her age, that looked even in the slightest bit like Her. I knew She would be angry at me if She knew it was me, but then She probably hated me anyway, for leaving Her like that. Life moved on and I unconsciously moved closer and closer to Forks and La Push. I found a girl with the exact same shape of lips, I swear, and took her too.

They all blurred together to form the perfect picture of her, and I breathed that image.

The next morning I ran towards La Push, the place of my birth, where She once lived. I ran quickly and quietly through the woods. My feet were burning with blisters, as my shoes were now long gone, and stopped only when I heard the sweetest noise, a person humming. I crept silently through the brush, stopping short when I saw the most beautiful being in the world, I was sure of it. She had long light brown hair, a good dark tan-colored skin, a beagle on the end of a leash, I smiled, She had wanted a beagle, She was going to name it Cappuccino, like She had named her stuffed beagle when she had been little.

She was humming the prettiest song in a voice that sounded like silver bells, I sighed, and the dog must have heard it because it barked, she stopped humming and I almost sighed again; disappointed, until she scolded her dog playfully, "Shut up you silly dog," she said in a teasing voice that made the world stop spinning, I stepped towards the beautiful sound, and accidentally snapped a twig beneath my foot. She jolted and whipped around at the sound. I quickly ducked and moved noiselessly through the brush until I was behind her, she had frozen and I took this as my only opportunity, I grabbed her from the back and knocked her out. I picked her up and took her to an abandoned house I had found nearly 9 years ago. I had taken Her to this place. This one was too perfect to take right there in a clearing in the forest, she deserved more than the average girl. I got her settled and sat on an upturned log, waiting for her to wake. She stirred…

A/N: Sorry for the short chapters, but that's just how I feel it has to be for a little bit, I can almost promise you the next chapter will be short too. Review!