I stare down at the fancy penned writing
The page blurring with malice as my hot tears fall onto it
Staining the white ivory sheet a light tan
I glance down to the golden leaves of paper
Sitting on my dull kitchen table
Much to fancy for Forks I think
This couldn't have been her choice
I shove myself into a chair
My knees barely fitting under the table
Why did she choose him?
My mind wanders, and I think about the kiss
How my blood boiled, and how her arms wrapped around me
Pulling me closer, wanting it to last
How could she choose the ice and marble
After the heat of that kiss
The burning sensation that flew threw our bodies
His smirking face played in my mind
She chose me he must have been thinking
I grip the thin table with my overgrown hand
Hear the crack of the wood as my great strength breaks it
And imagine his head beneath my fingers instead of the slim timber
Jake, we only have one table my father yells into the kitchen
I can't stand it anymore, I need to leave
My brothers hold onto me, telling me to stop
But Sam tells them to go, and leave me
Then I can run
The freedom tasting amazing
As the cold wind whips through my thick fur
I don't know where I will go, but I need to get away
I free my thoughts, and let nothing penetrate my empty mind