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Kristina was sitting in Leah Clearwater's cream blankets on her bed. She was extremely bored, waiting for Leah to get done running some errands. It was amazing how well she got along with everybody. They now knew that Kris had only 2 family members left, but she had wanted to stay with Esme. She completely trusted the Mama Vamp. Even when she knew they were vampires, she loved Rosalie's bitchy attitude. She and Emmet would dare each other to do stupid things, and Leah had to remind him that she was human. Kris enjoyed talking to Edward, but she avoided Bella at all cost. Bella had disagreed when Esme had said they were keeping Kris, and Bella had thrown a tantrum about how it could "endanger" everyone. That is, until Rosalie had an outburst of her own of how much trouble Bella had caused them and how Bella hadn't given anything a second thought. Leah's respect of the Barbie shot through the roof, and so did Kris's. Renesmee and Kris would to girly teenage things, since they both looked the same age. They had became best friends soon enough.
Then came the La Push family and Kris.
She loved them. She had went cliff diving with them, and she would goof off with Seth more than anyone. She trusted Paul amazingly, and when anyone would ask her she would say,
"He reminds me of Uncle Dean".
Paul had practically fell in love with her. If they looked alike, you'd think she was his daughter. Rachel had even suggested they had a bonfire so they could all get to know her better. Quil and Embry were like big brothers. Fun, over protective brothers. You can only guess what was going on in Collin and Brady's head. They kept to themselves, but Brady and Collin was just plain weird. In a good way. They'd talk Italian and French getting them mixed up hilariously. All about the food was their motto. Sam was like the grandpa. Not around all the time, but when he was, Kris was everything. When he actually talked to her, he used the old wise voice and told her Quileute stories. Kris gave him her rapt attention. Leah was a different story. Not many times but plenty she could swear Kris would cower to her when she nervous. Like when she first met the La Push family, she was terrified. Half her body was hid behind Leah. She trusted Leah with her life.
Kris hummed to the music as she looked around.
The best thing 'bout tonight's that we're not fighting.
Could it be that we have been this way before?
I know you don't think that I am trying.
I know you're wearing thin down to the core.
Kris hummed to the music on the stereo system as she took to searching Leah's room for something entertaining. She settled for the closet.
But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you over again
Don't make me change my mind
As Kris rummaged through some old pictures, one caught her eye, torn in half on the floor. There was a picture of young Leah, with thick dark hair in a shadow over her face. She was smiling, sitting on a rock. There was a arm around her shoulder, and whoever's arm it was she was staring at him adoringly. Leah was wearing a white sundress, and no makeup.
Kris glanced at the floor and did a double take.
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
Your impossible to find
There was Sam. His arm right arm was missing, and he had a matching smile. When Kris put the pictures together, they matched. She flipped them over. In Leah's rough yet nice handwriting, it read
'The Week Before'
A week before what?
This is not what I intended
I always swore to you I'd never fall apart
You always thought I was stronger
I may have failed, but I loved you from the start.
Something fell on Kris's head.
"OUCH!" she yelled. She glared down as she rubbed her head, ready to kick the offending item, until it she saw the forest brown journal. Kris's glare softened as she picked it up. The front page read
'Sam proposed! I've never been so happy in my life. We're having the engagement party in about a week, and Emily is coming to visit. Oh, both the most important people to me in the world are going to be here!'
Kris smiled at the cheeriness of the entry. But it soon faded. Weren't Sam and Emily getting married soon? She flipped forward another few pages.
'I'm pathetic. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have broken glass in your hand after punching a mirror, and going to the hospital to explain it all? Dad walked in on me trying to get it out, but Sue convinced him that I was putting more in when they thought I was sleeping. Now all of La Push thinks I'm suicidal. Emily came to visit, with Sam on her trail. It made me want to die all over again. Why I did it? Well, since this is my last entry ever, flip to the last page. It's from when I did it.'
Kris did. The page had red blotches all over it; some were fading to a dark russet brown. The paper also had small blotches, and where the blotch was the paper was wrinkled a bit. She knew what it was. Blood and tears.
Kris looked around the page franticly for what she wrote,
Tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you over again
Don't make me change my mind
Or I won't live to see another day
I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
You're impossible to find
In dark black pen, which was quite scraggly and some of the ink drizzled down the page a bit. She must have been pressing down hard.
'He left me'
A single tear trailed down Kris's face.
Leah stumbled into her house extremely tired from patrol. She could hear Secondhand Serenade playing softly upstairs in her bedroom, and soft breathing being slightly hitched. She walked up the stairs and almost tripped when she saw Kris reading her journal, with one tear running down her face for each eye. Leah's face softened as she looked at the entry she was reading. She remembered that night clear as day. It was the day she found Sam with Emily during the engagement party. There was still some of the blood that was dripping from her hand from when she punched her mirror on it. She supposed she had to tell Kris everything now, since she basically found out herself.
"I was so ashamed; I didn't think anyone would want me around." Leah said softly. Kris jumped, and quickly wiped the tears away from her eyes. She turned to Leah, and then looked at the journal in her hands. Her eyes widened.
"What's that!"Kris exclaimed, pointing out the window, and throwing the book back into the closet. Leah chuckled at her childish trick; that is until she looked out the window. Weird enough, purple eyes were staring at Kris as she moved around the room, looking for the remote to the stereo. Leah straightened from her slouch and sniffed the air. It was unknown to her. It was weird, like the scent was fuzzy or something. In other words, she had no idea what it was.
Leah frowned, but dismissed it as seeing something. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to Kris, who turned the stereo off. Without warning, Leah told Kris everything, without the supernatural stuff.
Flashback: Leah POV
Leah sat in front of her tan wooded vanity, staring at her refection. Someone knocked on her door. In came Emily Young and Sam Uley. Her foul scars didn't make her any less pretty, and it made Leah feel uglier. Bags were under her eyes from lack of sleep.
"Leah we're so sorry. In time you'll forgive us I know it, but you need to understand-" Emily was cut off by Leah.
"What you need to understand is you ruined my life." Leah said coldly. She turned away from her reflection to see Sam holding Emily and stroking her hair. He looked at her in a way he never looked at Leah. Pain shot through her eyes at seeing it to her heart at feeling it. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to cry in front of him.
"Why are you still here? Leave." Leah snapped. Sam turned to her with soft eyes.
"Lee Lee please. Can you just forget-" He was cut off by Leah throwing the heaviest thing she could find near her, but it missed and landed at the door. It was the snow globe Sam got her for Christmas. It shattered on the door, and Sam turned to her, outraged.
"You could've hurt us both!" he yelled. Leah had a wicked and evil smirk on her face.
"That was the motive asshole."
"I think you should leave Sam. You too Emily." Harry Clearwater, said, opening the door and avoiding the glass on the wooden floor. Sam nodded to Harry and grabbed Emily and walked out the room. Harry turned to Leah. He had a pitying look in his eyes, an expression Leah always hated. The tears began more persistent to fall.
"Leah I know they hurt you, but don't be so hard on them. They're in love and it's nothing you can do." Harry said softly. He then turned around, walked out the room and closed the door, leaving Leah alone. It's when she glanced back at mirror that she snapped. Thoughts flooded her.
I'm Leah Clearwater, and I'm ugly.
I'm Leah Clearwater, and I'm lost.
I'm Leah Clearwater, and I'm alone.
I'm Leah Clearwater, and no man nor woman will love me.
Out of anger, Leah ran over to the mirror, and punched mirror self in the face. She was surprised when she felt no pain. She quickly opened the drawer to her forest brown journal and wrote on the very last page, tears streaming down her face and blood dripping from her glass covered hand. She wrote three words, 8 letters, in one pen. She pressed down hard, so that the throbbing in her other hand could be ignored. When she was done, she threw the journal on top of her closet, and it made it only slightly. She found a hair tie, and put it in a quick sloppy ponytail so she'd be able to see while she got the glass out. Running to the bathroom she got some paper towel and sat down on her bedroom floor, picking piece by piece out. She stifled her moans and whimpers by biting her lip.
A half hour later and she still wasn't making progress. Seth knocked on her door before entering. His eyes widened as he saw Leah on the floor. She glared at him before taking the tweezers and gently trying to the small shattered thing out of her palm. She thought he would just go away, but no, he had to scream,
"DAD!" and run down the stairs. Leah rolled her eyes, and continued her task. That is until Harry came in.
"Leah Julia Clearwater what in the world are you doing?" he yelled.
"I punched the mirror. I'm getting the glass out my hand." She said calmly. Harry looked so surprised, and Sue was telling Seth to crank the car up they could take her to the hospital.
"Want to tell me why you punched the mirror?" Sue asked. She looked scared for her child.
"I didn't want to see my ugly face." Leah said, still calm. She bit her lip as she tried not to scream when she found another piece of glass wedged on the back of her hand. She quickly wiped the blood that trickled down it. Harry snapped back into reality and walked over to Leah, snatching the tweezers out of her hand and helped her get up.
As they walked out on the lawn, the neighborhood became quiet. They were all having a get together, but they had saw Leah. She looked around, and cradled her hand closer to her. Her shirt became more bloody. Emily was in a lawn chair talking to Kim Connweller, and the shock on her face that her cousin had blood everywhere sent her running. She began to ask questions, and she tried hugging Leah, but Leah shoved her away from her, and got into the car. Sam had tried getting to her for pushing Emily, but Leah locked the door and cowered away in fear that he'd hurt her. Harry drove off.
When she woke up, the glass was out of her hand, and it was wrapped in bandages. She looked around and saw Sam in the doorway.
"I can't believe you did that." He said in a gruff voice. Leah rolled her eyes and turned away from him.
"Better believe it." she said. She heard footsteps coming across the room, and she flinched away from him when he was a little too close to her bed.
"If you say" she made her voice sound higher in imitation of Emily's voice and lower in Sam's" I'm sorry, I'm going to stab you both. If that's all you're going to say, go fuck Emily. Coming from anyone from now on, 'sorry' is just a word."
"I was going to say you didn't need to punch a mirror to prove a point. You are beautiful Lee Lee, but I'm with Emily now-"
"Thanks for the news flash. Do you realize what you're saying? You say Emily's name with some adoration, but you say my name like saying paper. You say I'm beautiful. How many times are you going to promise something to me, and break that promise? It's called a lie. You're a liar Samuel Uley, and as of right now, I don't want to see you or Emily's scarred face again. Now I'm saying this one more time. GET THE HELL OUT!" Leah screamed.
Sam growled an animalistic growl at the mention of Emily being scarred. They had been "talking" in the woods and a bear attacked them. Still a touchy subject for him because he had watched it all, but hitting below the belt was the only thing she could think of at the moment. But all the same, he left.
The only person that could comfort her that night was Harry.
End of Flashback
A/N: Leah didn't tell Kristina that flash back she told her about her history with Sam and Emily. I just wanted to put the flashback in because I'd been waiting to write it for a while.
Leah smiled at Kris as she got done telling her about her and Sam's story.
"About 5 years later, I met Jasper. Here we are now." Leah said.
Kris nodded. She processed this information with open arms. Soon enough she turned the music back on, and began nodding off. Leah smiled at her, and went into Seth's bedroom.
"Night Jazz" she whispered before falling into a deep sleep.
A/N: The song is "Fall for you" by Secondhand Serenade. You'll be seeing alot of his songs in the Trilogy just know. Reveiw!