okay. another thing i want to comment on (not that anyone's said anything yet, but they might)

i realize that broken bones, even if they're as serious as Mayze's was, won't last as long as hers did. but, well, i missed it when i went through and edited, and i'm not changing it now. it'll be alright.

:) so, please read, review, and enjoy the next chapter. it's 310 words, so all together, the 4 chapters add up to be around a thousand, i think...

anyways, yes. here ya go.

08. Breathe: Taylor Swift
09. Pain: Three Days Grace

October . . . .

I got my cast replaced by a boot, finally. It didn't help my leg when Blade smashed it up some more, just for fun.

Halloween just brought more pain than anything else. People dressed up poorly as vampires, since none of them had fangs, but it still hurt whenever they told us what they were. The trick-or-treating made me cry all night long because of the memories.

Memories of Edward . . . memories of the day he left . . . .

I realized this month that I'm a pathetic loser not worth loving because of Blade. He took something special from me. I was soiled now, worthless, and even if Emmett was right about Edward, he wouldn't love me whenever he got back. Why would he?

The only positive side of this month was when Charlie set up a maze in the backyard for Halloween. Embry, Seth, and Jake had come over to help run it. Anyways, Embry called Charlie, who was at the grocery store, and said, "The maze is on fire!"

"Put Mayze on the phone and go put the fire out," Charlie dismissed, clearly not hearing him right.

Embry noticed this too, and he frowned. "No, Charlie. The maze is on fire!"

"Mayze is on fire?"

"No, no, no!" Embry exclaimed quickly. "No, Charlie. The maze is on fire—as in it's a huge hit!"

It was a little amusing, enough so that I laughed a bit. It was only a bit, though, and I haven't even sincerely smiled since.

Why? Because I keep sinking farther and farther past the light.

I'm in miserable, never-ending pain that burns my soul at night as I sleep those beautiful thirty minutes, since that's all I ever get in anymore.

I love sleep. My life has this tendency to fall apart when I'm awake.