"You Can Take Everything I Have, You Can Break Everything I Am Like I'm Made Of Glass, Like I'm Made Of Paper. Go On And Try To Tear Me Down, I Will Be Rising From The Ground Like A Sky Scraper." – Demi Lovato; Sky Scraper.

I shot up out of my bed, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat forming on my forehead, my heart racing at lightening speed, and my head throbbing uncontrollably. That was the third time I had had that dream, one so clear yet so confusing that I was beginning to think it may not be a dream at all, but possibly another memory.

It wasn't just images though, like my last one had been while I was in the kitchen with Jake and the others, all three of them over the moon that I had finally remembered something, even happier that it was a happy memory about them. This was different though, this was the opposite, yet it wasn't a sad memory, I felt feelings when I was in it, I felt like I was actually there. All the shouting and crying, my mothers horrified face as I yelled something to her, clearly hurtful enough to make her show an emotion such as that, my father was so quite in it all, yet he looked just as broken.

I couldn't even figure out what the shouting was about, I could hear certain things but it was always distorted, like my brain was still trying retrieving that part, like it was still breaking through this thick brick wall that kept all these memories hidden. I had genuinely thought that maybe it was just a dream, showing my frustration in the fact I couldn't remember things properly, but the second time I had it I began to pay closer attention, looking at the details, how I was young again, back to my near last memory, my parents were wearing their wedding rings.

It had to be the memory of why my parents split up, that was the only possible explanation for what it was about, simply because my mother and I never argued, she was too mellow for that, she never lost her temper. Ever.

I sluggishly made my way out of bed, running my hand through my short hair, and shuffled across the hall into the bathroom, looking into the mirror I noticed how the once large line across my scalp was fading away, an almost invisible scar there, covered by my very short hair already. I honestly couldn't wait for my hair to grow back, I felt like a boy with it being this short, no matter how 'in' it was in terms of fashion, my hair was something I had always loved, and I was trying to grow it to at least the waist, and it had all gone to hell when I got on that god damned bus.

After brushing my teeth, I made my way downstairs for breakfast, fully knowing that it was way past noon. Jake had a habit of keeping me up all night talking about the most random things, not that I complained, I enjoyed every second with him, and he had been in a twice as better mood now that a memory had finally returned. His other habit however was leaving way before I woke up, probably even before dawn, leaving my once warm bed too cold for my liking.

I smiled at my father as I walked into the kitchen, receiving a kiss on the top of my head in return; he shuffled around me with his coffee mug to sit at the small dining table, being the quite reserved man he had always been and began reading the morning paper, dressed for work.

I watched him quietly as I waited for the kettle to finish boiling, my stomach already growling at the thought of food, and continuously opened and closed my mouth, plucking up then losing the courage to ask the question that had been plaguing my mind for days. I had let it go for the past couple of months because I was so set on being patient, letting my memories come back to me in due time, but with dreams and small flash backs only spoon feeding me I was almost desperate to see what had really happened, there was definitely a truck load of secrets they were all keeping from me.

"Dad?" I whispered quietly, hearing him 'hmm' softly, letting me know I had gotten his attention, coffee mug raised to his lips as he took another sip.

"Why did you and mum get a divorce?"

The question was like taboo; his eyes widened and stopped midway of drinking his coffee, coughing slightly like he had choked on the liquid. He placed the mug down on the table, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath, not looking at me as I stared at him expectantly. I needed to know.

"I've been having dreams, of me and her arguing … and they feel real."

He looked at me a little anxiously, motioning for me to take a seat beside him, and I complied quietly, letting him take one of my hands that rested on the table as he looked at me attentively, almost as if the words he were going to tell me would cause a seizure. He cleared his throat, scratching his chin with his left hand, and I silently noted that he still wore his wedding ring, it only confused me more, I had no idea to what could have possibly happened with their marriage. From what I could remember they seemed perfect for each other, dad could tolerate her passive behaviour, it was actually one of his most loved traits about her, so for them to abruptly split up baffled me beyond anything else.

"Sweetheart, I wanted to wait until your mother came down this weekend for us all to discuss this … but I can see that you're not gonna let this go until you find out," he smiled sadly then, as if remember something about me, and I had a small suspicion that I may have previously been a very stubborn girl, "just keep an open mind when I tell you, you've come so far with your mother and I don't want that all to be for nothing."

I stared wide eyed at him, shocked that my relationship with her could have possibly been that damaged, and waited patiently for him to begin his story, not at expecting any of the things he revealed to me to ever come out of his mouth.

I'd needed fresh air after that revelation, so after my dad had finally went on his way to work, I pulled on a pair of plain back welly boots and began walking down the muddy roads of La Push. The cold moist air caressed my skin and made me feel at ease, tucking my hands into the pockets of my grey hooded jumper, and breathing a large sigh, my thoughts jumbled up. I didn't know what to think of my mother really; I was still getting over the disbelief, shocked that she would do such a thing, it just wasn't her.

Then again four years had passed, and this had supposedly happen well long ago, god only knew what my mother was like now, even though she seemed the same to me. I didn't quite think I could treat her with hostility now; I had been a different person before, clearly not a nice one at that, even I knew that the divorce of my parents had clearly left me quite bitter. I was so confused, if I hated her then why would I have gotten on that bus in the first place? Was I willing to give her another chance? Had she done something else to anger me that I was ready to let her have it? I just didn't know, dad had only gone as far as to tell me why they split, he didn't offer me anything else.

The grey skies indicated that it would probably rain later in the day, which shouldn't really surprise me since sunshine was a rarity in La Push, and the moist muddy ground beneath my Wellingtons indicated that we had heavy rain the night before. I still remember my way around La Push, although it was a large place, and from the long walk I took the destination I had in mind was First Beach. It was always quite there, always peaceful and the perfect place for thinking clearly, except for when the odd people from Forks came down to surf, but even then it could still feel like you were alone.

My thoughts automatically went to Jacob, as if my mind was programmed to do that every now and again, and the strange pull I felt whenever I thought of him resurfaced from his deep slumber, and I smiled at the thought of him, wondering whether he was at home or not. I was actually thankful for the painkillers my doctor had given me, they made my entire back practically numb, so I didn't even need to use the back brace as much, in fact he said I had been so well in terms of my physiotherapy that I wouldn't need to use it at all if I didn't want to.

The pain could be unbearable at times though, I'd find my self crying a lot and gritting my teeth waiting for the pain killers to kick in, that was something Dr. Cullen said would fade away with time, he'd told me that I'd always get back aches due to the amount of damage my spinal cord had taken, but that it would calm down to just a dull ache eventually.

Deciding against First Beach I changed course, once again craving the close proximity and warmth that Jacob always brought with him, and to ask about the bonfire I was meant to attend in the next few days, round two of me trying to reconnect with old friends, without the obvious meltdown. His house was the same as it looked the last time I had been here, maroon paint chipping away, yet giving it that cosy family feeling that I always loved when I came here, although I still hadn't met or re-met for lack of better words Jacob's sisters, from what he had told me they didn't live in La Push, but visited from time to time.

I noticed the doors to Jacobs small garage opened, the rabbit only just poking out, and made me think that he had probably been working on it this morning, I smiled as I thought about how much he loved the car. He told me he had built it from scratch, and that I had actually been there for most of it, another depressing moment for me as I couldn't remember this myself.

I waited patiently on the porch steps after I had knocked a few times, hearing a scuffle and grunt on the other side, and the door swung open to reveal a rather dishevelled looking Jacob, and it appeared as if he had just woken up. I suddenly felt a little guilty, he never seemed like he got enough sleep, dodging between his work and spending time with me so to interrupt what little sleep he got was a bit rude of me.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

His wide grin spread warmth in my chest, even with his hair ruffled and shirt creased a considerable amount he managed to pull off looking extremely adorable. He was like a teddy bear that I wanted to squeeze the life out of with a hug right now, and he waved me off with one hand while the other pulled me in, shaking his head softly as he kissed the top of my head in greeting. I smiled softly at his tired expression, startling him when I pulled him in for a small hug at the waist, his arms eventually wrapping around me.

"What's wrong?"

I looked up at him, speaking quietly as if it were a secret, "Dad told me about my mother leaving him for someone else."

His smiled dropped completely from his face, and he took on a worried expression as he led me into the kitchen, taking a seat beside him, the entire house was quite, Mr. Black didn't appear to be here, and I was thankful for that as it was quite a personal conversation.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He was silent for a moment, brows furrowed in frustration as he contemplated an answer for me, and I scooted closer to him in my chair, my hands softly grabbing his to show that I was angry, and when he spoke it seemed forced, as if he were angry with himself.

"I wanted to- believe me I really did … but your dad, he wanted you to reconnect with her … you don't understand Sil' back then you were just so- so angry, so hurt that she would leave you both like that … she just wanted another chance to be your mother again."

It went silent after that, thinking about what kind of person I would have been back then, and from the little things I gathered I didn't like the old Silver, I think I was happy not remembering things, because every little memory or piece of information I got back I behaved so horribly, even that overly pale beauty freak Bella wouldn't have a reason to be so horrible to me if I wasn't equally as bad to her.

"I wasn't a very good person," I mumbled quietly, casting my head down in slight shame.

"No you weren't Silver! You had every right to be angry, you just had this habit of being extremely stubborn," he chuckled softly as he ran his hand through my short hair, pulling me closer so that I would look him in the eye.

"I actually loved that the most about you."

One Year Earlier …

"You don't have to be so mean about her," Jake grumbled, and I laughed loudly before shoving him on the shoulder.

He was once again, on the topic of his new found crush Isabella Swan, and to be perfectly honest she sounds quite boring, which was exactly what I had said to him, but it was only to lighten the mood as he seemed quite depressed over the fact that she was taken. His long black locks were pulled back in a low ponytail, and as much as I tried pestering him to let me braid just once he always relented, saying that I could do it to my own long hair.

"I'm kidding, look she obviously thinks you're cool guy … I think you should just wait for your chance tiger."

He looked at me sceptically, one eyebrow rose as he fought a smile from my statement, "tiger? Really?"

I shrugged, leaning my head on his shoulder as we continued to watch the film he had put in, Embry and Quil had left earlier, and like always Jake was the last one here, staying longer than the others because we both had a love for being lazy.

My thoughts went back to the Swan girl; she was apparently new in town and had just moved back in with her dad in Forks, who was a cop. Jake said he knew her from when they were kids, and had some puppy dog expression when he spoke about seeing her again now, it was strange really because Jake had never taken an interest in any other girls before, hell I was the only girl he even spent any time with. I'd go as far as admitting it unsettled me a little bit.

I groaned as I heard the phone ring, wishing my dad was home to pick up for me, I nudged Jake, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile, silently asking him to go get it, I was to comfortably on this couch to get up now. He snorted at me, shaking his head before turning his attention back to the television.

"Your house, your job."

"You suck."

He ignored me as I got up, walking into the hallway where the house phone was placed on a small table, along with a bowl of house keys, and greeted whoever was on the other line with an irritated tone, I didn't like being forced out of a comfortable spot.

"Hello? Silver … it's your mother."

My blood ran cold, and my heart rate sped up as thousands of different kinds of insults flew through my mind, I had no intention of speaking to this woman.

"Yes?"

My tone was icy, indicating that I didn't want to be on the phone to her right now, or ever for that matter, and she could tell that as she spoke hesitantly, nervous and clearly afraid that I would hang up at any moment, my nostrils flared in anger at the fact she had the audacity to call us after god knew how long.

"How are you sweety?"

"What do you want?" I snapped, my anger in full swing, reeling at how she could even think to call me by that nickname anymore, I hated the woman with a passion and she was well aware of it.

"I – well I .." she continued to stutter as I kept silent on the phone, my breathing accelerating a little, I had nothing to say yet I wanted to scream bloody murder at her.

"I'm getting married … and I want you t-"

I slammed the phone back into its place, tears slowly streaming down my face as I pulled the entire set out of its cord and threw it against the opposite wall, the device smashing to pieces ad shattering onto the floorboards. Marriage. She was getting married. Like it wasn't bad enough that she had left my dad and I here, took off with some nobody guy in Seattle with a better job and other kids, but she had to go and fucking get hitched with him, thinking she could just call up and let us know like it was some fucking mother daughter conversation.

I plunged my foot down onto the broken device, feeling as if my anger hadn't fully been released yet. I wanted to scream, let the air empty out of my lungs and just scream for hours. I hated her. There was no other way to describe how I felt other than those three words, and unfortunately for her they were not three words of positive feelings.

I wanted to hit something, anything, and if I were the size of Jacob I would have punched every single wall in this house a long time ago. To stop myself doing anything rash I weaved my fingers into my hair, refraining from pulling on it and continued to trash the phone beneath my feet, ignoring the dull ache it was beginning to cause.

"Hey, stop Sil- stop!"

Jake held an iron like grip around me as he pulled me away, withstanding my struggle like I was a small child, repeating the same words, trying to calm me as his back rested against the wall, sliding us down it until we sat both sat on the floor. My back against his chest as he let me cry, his grip never loosening, holding me tight enough so that I couldn't lash out once again.

He offered no words of comfort, nothing to soothe me or make me feel better, and I was thankful, because he knew that anything he would say could possibly make me feel better. He was just there; like he always had been, silent and protective, my best friend. The tears subsided, along with my anger, retreating back into the darkest parts of me, waiting for the next opportunity it would have to lash out, and I eventually calmed.

"It was her," I eventually said, breaking the long silence between us.

"I know … I always know when Silver."

He breathed out softly, and it was true to be frank, he could tell the best when my mood shifted, he watched how hostile my eyes would become and the rigidness in my shoulders when her name was ever brought up in conversation.

"Come on, lets go out for a bit … you can braid my hair."

I laughed, letting him pull me up from my armpits effortlessly as we went, turning to him with an appreciative smile.

"It took a phone call from my cheating mother to let me braid it?"

I would say 'I'm Bacckkk' but then again you're probably not very pleased with me .. I just … I don't know it's become very difficult to write this, actually I wrote this chapter on a whim because I had a passing breeze of inspiration … I dunno if this is on hiatus … but I will say don't fully expect an update everyweek on it because I'm just horrible with this story. I am really sorry to let you all down but what I CAN promise you is that this story WILL be finished, because I will never abandon it.