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A/N: First of all I like to apologise for the long wait! I'm so sorry but life caught up with me. But the summer is here and I plan to write a lot. Or at least, that's what I wanna do! Second of all, OMG the reviews! WE HIT 200!!!! EEEK You made me so happy when I came back from my holiday! So here is the chapter, I'm sorry for the crappiness! It's not that good though, and it ended up totally different than expected but ah well! Here it is, enjoy:

P.S: Please read my other Imprinting fic : Another Form Of Breathing. It's an Embry/OC but with loads of Jacob! Let me know what you think!

Sur Le Fil

There isn't much I can say right now. Everything feels the same. A strange numbness had come over me and I can't find a way out. Who'd ever thought that the world would keep spinning while my whole life just fell apart? It may sound like an exaggeration but it's not. For me it actually sounds like an understatement. It doesn't happen often you'd find the love of your life as an eighteen year old. I found it. Yet I managed to lose it. I wonder how I'd get through the few upcoming months. I was leaving at the end of August for college. It was the end of May now.

There wasn't much I did for the past few days. Mum told me I looked like a walking corpse. I thanked her for noticing. I refused to go to school but seeing it was my senior year and exams were in a few days it wouldn't do me any good to skip. So I forced myself to get out of bed every single morning with only one light that shone in the dark which was my mind. And that light was the one thing that kept me going, if I got through the few months of school and managed to keep my indifference towards Paul and his minions I would have a bright future ahead of me.

I'd go to college away from all of them with whole new people, where nobody knew me and vice versa. It was the one thing I looked forward to. After all, everything here was gone and there wasn't much left for me here to stay.

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I was accepted! I could barely grasp the fact I got in. I was accepted. My hands were shaking as I held the two big envelopes. Suddenly I realized I had to tell someone. I painfully ignored the first name that got up and I ignored the ache it brought along with it. I had a painful grip on the letters as I sprinted down the stairs to the kitchen, where my mum was.

"Mu!" I yelled as I ran through the living room to the kitchen.

"What is it honey?" My mother asked as I she was standing in front of the stove. Cooking. Something she loved to do. I held up the envelope in my hands. Her eyes went wide before she recognized the address which was scribbled on it. Academy of Art Washington.

"I got in." I started to cry. For the first time in days I was crying for something that was a good thing. It seemed like the tears wouldn't stop.

"I got in." I repeated again and I ran over to her as she too began to cry and wrapped my arms around her. I felt her happy tears on my cheek as they clung to mine and couldn't help but jump around like a lunatic.

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart." I loved her. So much it hurt. I could see in her dark eyes she was proud of me. I was proud of myself. I got in! After all of the hard work I had done for my portfolio I had created they had decided that I was qualified enough to get in. How in earth was that possible?

Because you had an incredible muse.

I ignored that little voice and brought my attention back to my mother. She was chatting away and I hadn't even realized that she was talking to me. I brushed away the tears on my face and listened to her chatter. A smile on her face was so radiant I couldn't help but keep smiling myself.

"Your dad will be so proud! Come one, let's go out tonight and celebrate?" I pondered about this but decided to agree. It wasn't like I had somebody to occupy me for the rest of the night. Those nights were gone. I was on my own now.

"Do you think dad will like the idea of me going to Washington?" I asked my mother tentatively. She shrugged and I could see the hesitation in her eyes but she covered it up soon.

"I'm not sure but don't you worry about that dear. I'll talk to him and we'll make tonight your night. Alright? Come on now, go and get dressed. I'll call your dad to make reservations and we'll pick him up before we'll go to the restaurant." I nodded as she picked up the phone.

My feet dragged me up the stairs to my room. I always loved my room; it was my sanctuary where nobody had any control except me. The left wall where my bed stood had a forest painted on it. I remember my uncle and me painting it. I was twelve. Of course I asked him to do the painting because he was so much better than I but he refused to do it alone because he wanted to put my own elements into it. So I did. It still was his creation though.

I sighed and walked to my closet and thought what would be appropriate to wear. I pulled the little black dress I loved so much but when I held it in front of me I realized that this dress wasn't something I could wear anymore. Too many reminders of the nights I had spend with him.

Something suddenly snapped. Tears suddenly started to fill my eyes and spill over. I hadn't cried since that unfortunate night where Paul had broken up with me. I hadn't cried when I came back from Emily's cottage where I had tried to make amends. I hadn't cried about him for so many days that something pathetic, like a dress, made me cry. I clutched the dress to my chest hoping it would help dull the vivid ache that was supposed to be my heart.

I wanted to hate him so much the thought of hating him hurt more than the actually hate I was trying to harbour for him. It didn't work though, I only wanted him more, so much more that the pain overruled every other thought. I had no idea what to do. The thing I did know was that he was the only one I wanted. I suppose he was the only guy who would endure my silly rants and tantrums; he was the only one that called me cute when I had fallen in the mud two weeks ago. He loved the fact that I was covered in paint every single time I worked on a painting. It was endearing and cute. The exact words he used.

Tears kept oozing out of my eyes like there was no tomorrow, and there was no stopping at all. I wanted the tears to stop because I knew that crying wouldn't help. It's not like Paul would come back and we'd be happy again. I thought about him. Paul. His name alone would make me laugh. Right now it only increased the tears. I gave another spluttered sob and before I knew it steps were making its way up the stairs and my bedroom door opened. Revealing a confused mother. She looked at me with a frown on her face. Probably questioning my tears.

I quickly brushed them away and tried making a semi dignified explanation to my tears but before I knew it tears had spilled over again and I had no choice but to sob again. It was like she didn't even need to know to know how I felt. In a few strides she had made her way to me and pulled me close to her and simply murmured soothing words in my ear like every mother would do and for now it was enough.

Because even I know that she wasn't the one that would rid me of the pain and the tears Paul had caused. If someone was capable of stopping them and getting rid of them it was only him. But he was far too engrossed in his own problems to acknowledge that I, too, was suffering. I wished he knew, it'd make things so much easier. How ever, if he knew, I wouldn't be in my room crying so hard.

Yet I couldn't help but wish he would know. Hoping he would feel a bit of regret.

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"Julie, did you finish your history essay?" Kim asked. I nodded my head as I handed it over to her. I knew she hadn't finished it. She was always too late handing over essays or so. It wasn't that she couldn't do them or anything, or was far too lazy. She just didn't have the discipline to hand them over in time. She just made them on the due date and would hand it over a few days later. It of course aggravates the teachers but they're used to it by now. It annoys Summer as well because she's the most studious one out of us all.

"God Jules, how long is it?"

I shrugged. "Around twelve pages why?"

"Nothing." She mumbled though it was obvious she thought I was a nutcase for making such a big essay. You can say I was inspired to write a thorough essay. I didn't have much to do anyways.

Kim was staying with me and we were sitting in the front yard of my house. For once the sun shining and it wasn't too cold though we were both wearing our warm sweatshirts and boots. I felt comfortable and as my I had my school books stashed next to my seat I couldn't help but wonder why my life had fallen back into this routine so easily. Was it because I didn't put any effort in it? I shrugged off those thoughts quickly and focused on the string of words that were placed in front of me. It was easy to ignore it.

Suddenly I felt like I was being suffocated by this familiar feeling. The feeling of normality. I didn't want to feel normal. It made me feel so helpless because I'm dead sure there was someone else who felt just like I did right now and that thought made me wince. This feeling is so normal, so frequent because it happens to somebody on a daily basis, I would grow past it soon enough.

"I have to get out of here." I muttered as I got on my feet and made my way out of the front yard. I could hear Kim indignantly call out my name but I simply told her I needed time. How much time could I need though? It's been a month. Paul hadn't given me the impression that he cared. In fact I don't think I've ever seen him move from one girl to another that fast. He was with Fallon Weeds last week and before that he apparently was dating someone named Valerie. I immediately hated them. Because they had what I didn't. At least he didn't flaunt them when I was around.

Would that be a sign of regret?

I made my way to the first beach and remembered when Paul had showed me how he would cliff dive. He didn't let me though, that wasn't a loss of course. I didn't even want to in the first place. But it felt nice seeing him like that. As I plopped down on the pebbles I heard the waves crash against the rocks. It wasn't that violent like usual. It was the only thing I could hear next to the insects that always made their presence known. The sky was blue, with not too many clouds today. The sun was there but it was in the wrong place in the sky, nonetheless it was a normal day for La Push.

I felt at ease and I took a deep breath. It felt good to be alone again. After my little cry fest my mother had told Summer and Kim what had happened and had asked them to keep an eye on me. Quite frankly, she forced all my friends to not leave me alone. And that's exactly what they did. Summer and Kim went with me to the bathroom. Seth walked me to every class I didn't have with Summer and Kim. Paul ditched every class we had together; either that or he changed his time table. I'm not sure which one because none of them made me feel better.

I got up again and started to walk further away from civilisation and further into the dark, ominous woods. I was planning to take a hike but I knew it wouldn't be too responsible for me to do so. Nobody knew I was here in the first place and since La Push bordered a very large forest it would be wise to tell somebody you're there. I suppose my rational side had left me the day Paul did because I could care less and took the plunge anyway. A little hike couldn't mind right?

How wrong I was though. My foot guided me the whole time but I knew my feet and my brains were never connected so it was only natural for me to get lost. I could care less though. I felt completely at ease, there was no fear involved. Not even when the sun had started to set and the trees had grown thicker the dark creeping up on me. When the dark had completely set in and the cold was starting to seep through my clothes I grasped the severity of my idiocy. This had to be the most stupid thing I've ever done.

"Hey!" I screamed and turned around just to see a nervous Jacob Black in front of me.

"Jacob!" I put my hand to my chest and could hear the soft thuds that my heart was making. I wondered if he could hear my heart beating out of my chest. I was relieved though, that it was only Jacob, it could've been someone else, someone who was just as stupid as I was to get lost in a forest or it could've been someone who expected people to get lost in the forest. If you know what I mean.

"Julie right?" Jacob asked and I nodded my head. I was sorta surprised he knew my name, but he used to hang out with Paul so it was sorta logical that he knew the girlfriend of one of his friends.

"Right, what are you doing here all alone?" He didn't even wait for an explanation but beckoned me to follow him. I followed him, too stunned to even react. As I tried to match Jacob's long strides I suddenly realized that Jacob was here with me. Why was he here? What was he doing here? I knew that I was just a nutcase but Jacob doesn't look like a person who would get lost in the forest.

Ah I forgot, he wasn't lost. I was.

"I got lost." I said. I was trying to break the silence.

"You shouldn't wander alone though. What if you ran into someone less pleasant than me?" I smiled. Pleasant? Ah well.

"But I didn't though, so no harm done." I responded. Another silence came upon us and this time I didn't mind. It was actually comforting. Again I felt relief wash over me. I was so glad that Jacob had found me. I was ready to panic but by some miracle he found me. It was strange I didn't notice him though. Was I that much in my own thoughts that I couldn't hear him approach me? I must have been.

"Julie. You shouldn't let Paul get to you so much." My breath caught in my throat and I looked at him with eyes wide open.

"What?" I breathed out.

"Just because he is being stupid doesn't mean you should be stupid as well." I frowned at Jacob. He wasn't looking at me though; he kept his eyes in front of me.

"Me being stupid?" I hissed. 'What the hell gave you that idea?"

"The fact that I found you all alone in the forest." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Who told you anyway?" I didn't like the fact he was reprimanding me. I knew it was a stupid thing to do. I was too late, but still. Besides I was alright now. We were almost out of the forest anyway.

"Kim." Jacob said.

"Figured." Kim was prone to exaggeration. I knew that. Everyone knew that, hence why she wasn't taking seriously often but she must've been really panicking if she managed to get someone looking for me.

The trees thinned out and before I knew it we were in La Push again. So maybe I wasn't that far away from home after all but it sure felt that way when I was back there. I opened my mouth to thank Jacob; after all he made an effort to find me so the least I could do was thank him when suddenly a howl erupted from the trees behind us. I stopped walking and grabbed Jacob's arm. He didn't say anything about the fact that I was digging my nails into his skin. He didn't even notice. I looked at Jacob and saw that his eyes were narrowed and it seemed like he was sniffing.

Wait sniffing? As in smelling?

Suddenly he grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of him and twisted me so I would face him. His abnormally large hands, larger than Paul's, were resting on my shoulder holding me so tightly it almost hurt.

"Go to Emily and tell her I send you there. You stay there till one of us come to pick you up. Okay?" He didn't wait for a reply but let me go as he nudged me into the right direction before he turned around and went back in to the forest.

"Jacob!" I yelled. I could still see him. He was pulling his shirt over his head when he turned around in my direction. His eyes found me when the strangest thing ever happened. I wasn't so sure what to expect of it though. It scared me but thrilled me at the same time.

My heart was pumping louder than before and I was pretty damn sure I wasn't breathing but I had no control over my body's reaction. Whatever I was witnessing was really defying nature but I was also sure that my eyes weren't playing some kind of trick on me.

I'm not sure of you would believe me. But I think I just saw Jacob Black turn into a wolf.

I didn't have too much time to think it through though. Because one second I was looking at the reddish brown wolf when suddenly the ground was trudging forward. I never felt it happen. It just happened. And I had no control over it whatsoever.

So I just closed my eyes and ignored the loud sharp cry which seemed quite familiar.

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