"You Got That Smile That Only Heaven Can Make, I'll Pray To God Everyday That You Keep That Smile. Everything That I Have Is Yours You Will Never Go Cold Or Hungry, 'Cause You Are The Only Thing That I Got Right Now, One Day When The Sky Is Falling I'll Be Stand Right Next To You." - Chris Brown; Next To You

Everything felt amplified, the sounds around me, the pain in my head, the soreness in my throat, and my eyelids felt heavy. I don't think I've ever felt this much pain before, and as I fought to open my eyes I had to try and stop myself from wincing so much. What I guessed to be a large warm hand encased my own, and for some reason it felt as if it was supposed to comfort me, or if it was familiar for me, but I couldn't seem to pin point how or why it was.

I had no idea where I was, or with who, and as much as I tried to move or wake up it felt as if I couldn't, my body wasn't listening to me, and I wanted to scream out of frustration for it. I felt my body slipping back into some sort of sleepy state, and as much as I tried to fight it, I held no chance, falling back into whatever deep slumber I was in.

"When she wakes she'll probably be a little confused, so we just need to keep her calm, don't overwhelm her with things."

That was a voice I failed to recognise, it was deep and calm, so I assumed it belonged to a man. His voice was soothing, soft, and his tone alone made me feel a little calmer in this situation. This time when I cam out of my deep slumber, I could at feel parts of my body moving, first my fingers, then I felt my legs shuffle a little to make myself more comfortable, and then I could finally open my eyes.

The sight that greeted me was a very confusing one, of course my parents were there, my fathers darkly tanned skin was unusually pale, and my mothers brown hair looked messy and un-brushed, both of them adorning a very tired look, heavy eye bags on both, and a lot older looking from what I last remembered. They both stood at the end of what I thought to be my bed, next to what I assumed to be a doctor, which was mostly because of the white looking lab coat he wore, along with a clipboard in his hand.

By far he had to be the most beautiful older man I had ever seen, his golden eyes seemed to hypnotize me and his pale skin contrasted a considerably large amount to the other people in the room, some of whom I still failed to recognise. He also had extremely blonde hair, making me question whether he bleached it to be that colour, or if it was natural he certainly looked pretty enough to do the former. A charming smile was directed towards me, one that didn't fully reach his eyes, and I found myself staring back confusedly.

"Where- where am I?" I flinched at the sound of my own voice; it seemed different to what I last remembered it to sound like, more … mature if that even was a way to describe what it sounded like. And my throat felt extremely dry, sore, as if there was cuts all inside, a hand instantly went to touch the base of it.

"My name is Dr. Cullen Silver, and you're in the hospital."

I should have guess from the boring white walls, and the plain white bed sheets that I was tangled in, not the mention the monitor that was beside me which was most likely keeping tabs on my heart beat, which happened to be flying at a speeding rate from the panic I felt. My hand shot to my nose, where I felt two small breathing tubes snaking it's way into my nostrils, I watched as Dr. Cullen made his way to the right side of my bed, and removed them for me, and when he did I felt as if I could take a long deep breath outside in a field somewhere.

"Honey, are you okay? How are you feeling?" My mother stood rigid to the spot, at the foot of my bed beside my mother, as if she were afraid to come near me, as if I weren't real, all the while my father said nothing, staring at me in wonder and I longed to be held by both of them.

"Everything hurts, my head the most … what happened Mum?"

It was only then I noticed my other hand was still encase into a large warm one from when I previously came around, and it belonged to someone I felt I had known before, he sat on the side of my bed to the left, and his eyes remained completely focused on me, and they seemed to hold nothing but pain and worry. I questioned myself if it were for me, his eyes were the darkest shade of brown I had ever seen, yet they seemed to be the most beautiful of all in the room, they were so compelling, so mesmerising. I was drawn to them like a moth to a flame, and I took in every inch of his face, ever curve of his face and his strong jaw line. He was huge too, his shoulders were broad and toned, and even sitting down I had to guess that he was at least six foot something, and the dark grey T-shirt he wore stretched out over his supposedly large and ripped torso.

It felt like we had been looking into each others eyes for hours, but was probably only seconds when he spoke, "There was a huge accident on the freeway, a big pile up, you were on a bus to Seattle when it got caught up in it, you're lucky to be alive Silver."

His voice was so deep, so beautiful, I had to remember to actually listen to the words and understand the gravity of my situation, and the fact that I was holding a strangers hand. Removing my hand from his I shuffled over to the right side of my bed, seeing the pain and confusion in his eyes made a jolt of pain go off in my chest, but now wasn't the time for such things.

"Why was I on a bus to Seattle?"

"You were coming to visit me Silver." My mother replied for me, although I didn't expect her to answer, she seemed almost hesitant in her reply, scared of whether I would explode any minute. Instead of her answer helping in my confusion it only made my head hurt more, twice as confused as I already was.

"Why were you in Seattle?" That felt as if it were a million dollar question, it was as if everyone's breath hitched in their throats, a hand went to my mothers mouth as tears streaked down her face, and my fathers already tired face fell into his hands, the only people who seemed to be functioning at the moment was my doctor, and the boy beside me.

"Silver, you do know who I am right?" I could hear the panic in the boys voice, and I shook my head at him, slightly afraid of what his reaction would be, and it was the exact reaction that made my stomach drop, his face fell completely, looking like he had been stabbed in the back from someone.

He moved closer to me on the bed, grabbing both my hands and holding them too tightly for my liking, he spoke desperately, as if it would snap some sort of sense into me that I wasn't aware of having.

"It's me! It's Jake, your Jake!" I pulled my hands out of his quickly, cowering away as he began to tremble slightly, he looked as if he were about to cry.

"Doctor what's happening?" My mothers cry echoed in the room, I didn't understand what was wrong, what was I supposed to have done wrong for them to behave this way. Dr. Cullen asked me to keep my eyes wide open as he examined them with a flash light, softly touching a sore spot on my head which was apparently one of the many sever injuries I had gained from the accident. He proceeded to tell me that I had cracked my skull open on the side of my head, which caused an enormous amount of swelling, along with breaking my back, which had healed slowly over an apparent five months, but that I would still find it difficult to walk and do normal things. So I had gathered that since the accident I had been in some sort of coma, which seemed to be fine with Dr. Cullen as it said it gave me time for my head and spine to heal without causing any complications to my life.

All the while I was being told this, the constant sobs of my mother carried on, with the extreme silence of both my father and the boy who had previously called himself 'Jake'. My hand shot up to the left side of my head, were my hair was extremely short, stopping just above my ear, apparently for the operation my hair had been shaved off, and had only just started growing back. I can't imagine what I looked like with the left side of my hair being so short, compared to the other side where it went way past my shoulders, I had to remember to get it all cut when I got out of hair, which I have to admit made me feel a little heart broken.

"It seems that to due the amount of swelling and trauma on the temporal lobes in Silver's brain, which is located at the side that it has severed with her short term memory.."

"Short term? She can't remember who I fucking am!"

I flinched at the vicious and deep voice of the boy beside me, but not out of fear, more out of guilt for the amount of pain he seemed to be in. Pain that I was causing and I couldn't fix it, because I didn't know how I had hurt him, from the way he behaved with me we seemed to be extremely close, and from the way I was drawn to him I figured that we may have been going beyond

"Silver what is the last memory you can remember?" Dr. Cullen ignored everyone else in the room, and when he had asked me that question I felt everyone's eyes fall on me, making me squirm out of feeling uncomfortable. I closed my eyes, wincing at the pain in my head as I tried to remember something, anything that would helped everyone out, it felt as if there was someone inside my head smacking a baseball bat around to cause me more pain.

"Take your time, there's no pressure." Jake's soft and soothing voice calmed me a little, for reasons I had no idea on, and this time when he clasped my hand in his I made no move to let go, in fact I softly moved in his direction, craving the warmth he gave me.

I stayed silent for a while, thinking as hard as I could without hurting my already traumatised head. You would think it would be easy to think of the last memory you had, that it wouldn't take much thinking at all in fact, but I felt like I had to search for it, that I was going through a long hallway of empty books before I found one that was familiar.

"Coming home from my first day of eighth grade, I came home to my mum and dad sitting in the kitchen waiting for me, they told me they had something important to tell me … but I can't remember what …"

Dr. Cullen looked to my parents with a crease in his perfect forehead, and Jake's face couldn't have possibly dropped anymore, I looked to my parents myself, my mother had completely dropped to the floor in cries of pain now, finally making tears of my own spill from my eyes, and it was for many reasons. For causing so many people who seemed to love me so much an enormous amount of pain, for having no idea what was going on and being kept out of the loop for something that seemed to be so huge, for my head and body hurting to the point where I wanted to scream, for everything.

My father had always been the strong one out of my parents, and although he seemed to be breaking inside, he spoke with a firm yet heart broken voice, and what he said made me feel like my heart was going to stop forever.

"Silver … sweetheart … that memory happened four years ago."

10 Months Earlier...

"Hey! Quil Ateara don't you dare walk away from me!"

In the week I hadn't seen Quil at school he seemed to grow a whole foot more, just like Jake and Embry had when they started ignoring me, and his shoulders had become more broader and ripped just like Jake's and Embry's had. I knew what was happening, he was changing, joining them, and there was no way in hell I was about to let that happen, I would not lose another friend to Sam's weird freemason's wacko cult.

Quil turned around, his body rigid and stiff on the spot, he glared at me, as if it were going to make me flinch and back away, and although he may towered over me it was not going to happen. I had know Quil for a long time, known that he was no where near hostile but a soft prankster, the idiot of the group. Walking up so that my face was inches away from his chest I point a finger in his face, glaring back at him with as much hostility, ignoring the fact that he started to shake. We stood at the end of his back yard, near the woods where he was supposedly going, for reasons only god could know.

"What happened to us two sticking together huh? That we were gonna get Jake and Embry back from that stupid freemason's group huh? And now you just flat out erase me from your life and jump on the band wagon? Who do you think you are?"

I wasn't angry, to be honest I was just hurt, and a little irritated, but I didn't let that show in my voice, I made sure that it was loud and volatile, something that I only saved for when someone really deserved it. Quil backed away from slightly as his shaking increased, his glare never ceasing but he almost seemed afraid to stand too near me, I only followed him to keep the close proximity between us.

"Silver … you need to back off; I can't be around you." His voice was hoarse, straining to talk as he gritted his teeth.

"What the hell are you on about? I'm speaking about the fact that scrawny joker Quil is now some buff freemason member!"

He forcefully pushed me away then, to him it may have been a light push seeing how big he now was, but for me it was like being knocked over by a boulder, and I ended up stumbling back and fall flat on my ass in the mud.

"Oh shit- Silver I didn't mean to-" But I didn't let him finish his apology as I jumped right back up and pushed him back with as much strength as I possibly had, although it barely did anything since Quil didn't even flinch.

"You fucking asshole! First Em, then Jake … and now you! My best friends who are supposed to care about me and you're all ditching me!"

"Silver it's not like th-"

"Shut up I haven't finished! You three are all I have apart from dad; we're supposed to have each others backs! You all said you were never gonna leave!"

My eyesight blurred as a fountain of tears fell from my eyes, and I took steps back from Quil to wrap my arms around myself, I haven't cried in a long time. I never cry, it's something I try my best not to do, I hate feeling vulnerable, but from the way things had panned out over the last two months had made me want to scream.

I didn't realize that what I had said hit a very sore spot for Quil, sending anger and guilt through his mind to make him feel beyond furious, but not with me, with himself. That's when it happened, something that stopped by sobs completely and made me stare wide eyed at what was happened to Quil. His skin seemed to tear like in a horror movie, and cries of pain and anger boomed like it came from a speaker out of his mouth, soon turning into a loud growl, like a dog, and then something that should only happen in Hollywood films occurred.

Out of the tear of his skin, came a bronze coloured fur that encased his entire body, and a set of large sharp teeth emerged from his mouth, no longer was I looking at Quil, I was looking at a beast on all fours that was bigger than any bear I had ever seen in my life. I reacted the only way a normal person would in this situation, I screamed, very loudly at that screaming so loud and terrifyingly, covering my eyes with my hands as if it would erase what I had just saw.

Warm thick arms wrapped around me and yanked me backwards, and I felt myself being pressed up against someone's bare chest.

"Shit Jake, he phased in front of her! He can't even control it yet, and he fucking phased in front of her!"

"Silver! Calm down, it's me! It's Jake!" I stopped my thrashing as I looked up to him, seeing him for the first time since he changed, looking into his deep brown orbs I froze.

I'd looked at Jake many times before, and I'd always had that same butterfly feeling when I did, but this time it was different. This time it was like a flame had been sparked inside me, as if something connected us on such a deep level, a feeling so strong and strange that I couldn't bring myself to look away from him. I was too afraid that I would lose this feeling, this feeling I knew for a fact I would never feel looking at anyone else ever again, and it was perfect. He stared into my eyes with such intensity, such wonder, like I was the only thing that mattered to him, like I was his only reason for living, and him to me. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, my heart beat at the fastest pace it had ever been, and that I was sure Jake could hear it.

"Em, get Quil out of here, calm him down so he can change back … I'll take care of Silver."

I barely heard what he had said, it didn't register in my mind as I stared into his beautiful eyes, and he didn't once break that eye contact as he spoke. I wasn't even sure if he had said anything in the first place, not that I really cared, I was happy with just staying here wrapped on his strong warm arms. It felt as if nothing could hurt me, like nothing harmful could within touching distance because I knew that as long as Jake was there, that I was completely safe.

I had no idea what was happening, no idea why all of a sudden my crush for Jacob felt like so much more because of one little moment between us, and at the same time I knew things were gonna be a whole lot different. That things won't ever gonna be the same, with no idea how or whether it was going to be for the better, I welcomed the feeling, embraced it even, making sure to never let this feeling go.

Sooooo another chapter! A lot longer than the last one, but yes it may seem a little confusing and hopefully it just becomes clearer as it goes along. Now time for replies! :D

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