Well this is the first chapter. Its short but the second one will be up tomorrow. Hmmm. this is my first fic soo be gentle? if im really just wasting my time writing this then review it and let me know. ill definitely take it reviews would be lovely:)

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BPOV

I struck upright from where I was laying. My now wide awake eyes darted in every direction, on alert, searching for the cause of my sudden uneasiness.

Someone was here.

I could feel it; the repulsive crawling of doubt and fear slowly taking over my body, causing my stomach to churn in uncertainty. The silence was louder now, magnifying the rushing unpleasant feeling that was now pulsating through my veins.

Adrenaline.

I was wide awake now, straining every sense I possessed to gauge what I needed to be ready for. After running for so long from an unwanted visitor, I tended to always be on the edge even when asleep. Though i wouldn't call it sleeping; more like a hazy in between of reality and the nothingness I've been deprived of for so long.

My eyes swept over the tacky hotel for anything slightly off. My eyes lingered on every last detail, not missing a thing. Everything seemed to be in place, just as I had last seen it before I finally surrendered to the exhaustion. Yet the panic that swept through me did not subside.

I knew something wasn't right.

I guess you could say it was my instinct.

I knew that I couldn't ignore this, for it was that sense alone that had helped me escape death twice before. I quickly stashed away the picture i had placed on the night stand earlier in my over sized raincoat. I patted it lightly for hopes it would bring me good luck. I would have snorted at the thought if I could laugh. I couldn't.

I got to my feet then and grabbed my duffel bag at the foot of the bed. I couldn't help but wince as I slung it over my shoulder. A bit too late to remember I was still healing from a dislocated shoulder from nearly four days ago. Though I still can't possibly imagine how I was capable of putting my own dislodged bone back into place properly, I had still managed to have some difficulties putting any weight on my right shoulder.

Creeping quietly towards the window, I listened for every sound, from the drip of the tap, to the slight buzzing of the porch light outside my door. Very closely, I peered outside through the small slits in the curtains, careful to not move them.

Dammit. It was pouring out. The sound of water pounding on every surface suddenly reached deafening heights. This wasn't good at all. I knew he was close by now. It had been almost four days since I'd last seen him in California. It was a close one to say the least, seeing to the fact that I did not escape unscathed. So far I was doing fine playing it low key in this small town. I did what any sane person would do if someone, or some thing, was trying to kill them. I kept off the radar. Hid as best i could. Only leaving this shabby hotel room for food alone.

A smart person would seek medical attention with the injuries I've sustained such as a dislocated shoulder, possible broken ribs, and cuts and bruises that screamed a nasty car wreck. The only thing holding me back were the questions that would follow once they had seen my battered state. What's your name? How did this happen to you?

Where are your parents?

That was the one question I was running from. Fidelity would hate me for I was still welcoming Denial in with open arms. I could not find it in me to come clean with the tragic truths that haunted me. For I was still not completely ready to face them.

As I was now deciding where I would go once I got outside, I thought of the possibilities of him already waiting for me under the cloak of darkness. He had after all already surprised me like that before. Yet my car was my only way to safety at this point. People had come to be useless to me. They couldn't protect me like I once thought they could. So instead of sheltering myself away, I was simply running away. The only thing I could possibly think of that got me farther away from him faster was my car. I had to at least try and make a run for my Volvo.

Ah my Volvo. Well actually it wasn't entirely mine since I decided I needed a getaway car back in California. Grand Theft Auto wasn't exactly thought twice upon when thrown in a life or death situation. You did what you did to stay alive just a little bit longer. Some people would belittle the fact that four days was in fact a long time. But for me, four measly days was something I cherished. It stood for everything humanly possible that i had done to survive. To be able to fill my lungs with air for a few more hours.

Well in my case, four days. My car did that for me. It had proven to be fast and reliable thus far. It had kept me alive by simply getting me away.

But standing here, in this mediocre hotel room, the vulnerability I've been carrying with me all along finally seeps in. Here I am in this unfamiliar scenery, trapped in this middle-of-nowhere town with nothing but my pure instinct that keeps me alive. Nothing but my vague knowledge of this unbeatable being holding me by a thread as I try time and time again to find a way to stay alive. And yet coming here, it seems I voluntarily threw myself into the darkness that would sooner or later be my demise. Back in the south, I at least had the day to flee when he was getting too close. But here, I was doomed. There were no other words. Doomed. I couldn't sugarcoat that little fact. Might as well be blunt about it.

I hated the regret that filled me when I realized I should have stayed in California. For once I couldn't look to the sun for protection. The sun would have easily protected me longer than this sudden downpour I was under at the moment. But running seemed like the only way when I felt him too close. So maybe I was right to follow my gut.

Maybe ending up here was supposed to happen.

Maybe.

I was just praying it wouldn't end with my dead body in a ditch somewhere, or worse, a fully drained corpse... I shuddered at that thought. Jesus, my hope was faltering fast. I needed to get out and fast. I needed to leave now. Forks, Washington was the last place I needed to be.

Now that I think about it, it's almost as if I was herded here.

I knew going north was beyond reckless but he was closing in on me and this was my only option. As I got to the door I stopped and took a deep breath to prepare myself.

The fastest way to prep for this was obvious.

Face it head on.

See my advantages and disadvantages and just deal.

No matter how I looked at it, I was stuck. Up against forces I couldn't understand, I was terrified. But above all, I was alone. I couldn't be that little girl who looked to others for protection anymore. I was on my own and I needed to be anything but helpless. God, so many things i needed to be in such little time. This was not what imagined myself turning into.

But I guess in the end, losing myself was the least of my worries.