You could run from someone you feared,
you could try to fight someone you hated.
All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies.
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options.
How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one?
If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? I
f it was someone you truly loved?
~Bella Swan, Breaking Dawn, Book One Preface, p.1~

Stop! the train is riding
Down to the station
Where you lived
When we were school kids

Hey! the rails are gone now
And I am falling down Fools in a spiral
Round this town of steel

My body tells me no
But I won't quit
Cause I want more
Cause I want more
My body tells me no
But I won't quit
Cause I want more
Cause I want more

Stop! the train is riding
Down to the station
Where I lived
When I was a cool kid

Hey! is it my fault that
The fallen embers burn
Down in a spiral
Round your crown of thieves

My body tells me no
But I won't quit
Cause I want more
Cause I want more
My body tells me no
But I wont quit
Cause I want more
Cause I want more

It rides out of town
Oh, it's my road
It's my road I
t's my road
It's my road
It's my road
It's my road

And it's my war
It's my war
It's my war
It's my war
His eyes are open
His eyes are open
Oh, cause I want more
I want more I want more
His eyes are open
His eyes are open

Hey, hey, hey-
My body tells me no
But I won't quit
Cause I want more
Cause I want more
My body tells me no
But I wont quit
Cause I want more
Cause I want more
It rides out of town
~Young the Giant~
My body

"What are you doing out here?"

I ran a hand through my hair, smiling lightly. "I saw ... something,"

Or someone.

Or the nudist you hit with your car.

Don't tell him that though - he'll probably arrest you.

And then I'll have to go to jail and become someone's bitch.

Why does it seem that every possible outcome of this situation is me becoming someone's bitch?

I guess that is the possible outcome of most situations.

Charlie beamed at me, in his own awkward way, of course, and he motioned me to come closer - wrapping me in a hug.

Of course, his hug was original in its own way.

All hugs are.

There are the people that squeeze the life out of you while there were others that barely touched your skin. Those were the worst. You're just standing there, and they aren't even touching you - their arms are just kind of hovering over your skin as if when they'll touch you, you'll just shrink away.

Those were the hugs that kill you with their awkwardness.

What am I even thinking about?

Charlie patted my back reassuringly as he opened the door to the house, letting me succumb to the warmth that radiated from what surely was an overused heater. His house was just as I had remembered it - from the tattered couch that I had once spilled a bottle of peppermint on and then turned it over to cover the stain from my neat freak of a mother.

Oh, God, I couldn't imagine what she would do if she realised I hadn't cleaned my room in two weeks.

Apart from running over a nudist and surely facing a future of being someone's bitch - I was now going to be killed because I left my socks on the floor.

I really hated my life.

And the Universe really, really hated me.

"Are you hungry?"

Not if you're cooking, Charlie.

I shook my head, looking out the window to the dark forest in which I had lost the man I had ran over only hours ago. Biting my lip, I heard the agonized cry of a wolf coming from the depths of the forest in which I had been in mere seconds ago. I looked to Charlie - my eyebrows furrowing as I ran a hand through my hair.

"Are there wolves here?"

Charlie looked up from the kettle he had just switched on, nodding. "Bella, actually, saw some earlier this year. She was a bit rattled,"

Bella.

My cousin.

I had barely stayed in contact with her over the last couple of years - after she hit puberty, she wasn't the happiest person to talk to.

Okay, she was depressing.

Really, really hard to relate to.

Okay, we didn't talk.

She dampened the mood at family gatherings, which weren't in the best mood to be dampened, while she would wear her hair as a curtain, and would ignore me to say the least. I had tried to make conversation, I really had. I tried to talk about my incompetence with boys, and my obsession with toothpaste, but she would hear none of it.

So, imagine my surprise when I was invited to her wedding.

To some guy called Edmund, or something.

I bit my lip as I thought of the dreaded wedding - a spectacle in which would consist of all the possible cliché's. Maybe they would have a slideshow with baby photos, or even better - maybe they would say that stupid ass bible verse that everyone says at there wedding.

What was it 'Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy'?

Are you serious?

Love isn't fucking patient - love fucking sucks.

And by the way, it does envy.

Charlie smiled. "Bell's is quite excited to see you. She doesn't have much family coming."

Thought he was going to say friends.

Hey, would it really be a surprise?

You haven't seen her in three years - you have no idea what she's like!

Shut up, conscience.

I smiled as Charlie gave me a coffee, and to my excitement, it didn't have anything dead floating in it.

It happened once.

"Really?" I asked, cocking a brow. "Is it going to be small?"

Charlie nodded gruffly. "Yeah - Bell's won't have anything else."

Great.

I sat down at the table, running a hand through my auburn curls as I remembered my nudist friend.

You ran over him, how does that make him your friend?

You're annoying the fuck out of me, conscience.

"How is she?" I murmured, looking up at my Uncle.

He sighed, sitting down as his eyes looked out to the living room. "Nervous."

I laughed lightly. "I think everyone's nervous before they get married, Uncle Charles."

"You know how I hate you calling me that," Charlie chuckled lightly, looking to me. "How're your parents?"

I smiled. "Ah, my creators are perfectly content in their little word that doesn't consist of me."

Charlie smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Your father rang me yesterday. He told me you forgot the gift,"

Oh, god.

I knew I had forgotten something!

But the gift, really?

Was I going to be the only one without a gift?

I'll be ... gift less.

Anna, you have bigger things to worry about - the nudist you ran over has disappeared and has seen you naked.

Okay, don't worry about the gift.

Worry about the nudist you ran over.

"Oh," I said, dejected as I looked down at my coffee.

There was a bug in it.

Just taking a swim.

Or, you know, drowning.

Charlie looked up at me once again. "You know, when your mum told me that you had lost a lot of weight I didn't realise it was this ... drastic."

I laughed. "Drastic? I would call it torturous. Beyond painful."

He was about to say something before the door opened, slamming and I looked up - startled as I saw my red cheeked, wide-eyed cousin. Charlie and I both stood, surprised that she was home and she forced a smile onto her face.

"Anna."

I smiled tightly. "Bell's."

...

And we stood like that in silence.

Did I mention she used to be my only friend before she welcomed me into her world of 'I don't fucking want to talk to you so I'm just going to ignore your existence and hide behind my fucking hair looking like a member of the Adams family'?

Bit long, don't you think.

They're my thoughts, and I can decide if they're too long.

"You know, I never thought you'd be the one to get married at eighteen." I remarked, not being able to stop myself from smirking. "You were never really redneck enough."

She flushed, smiling. "I thought you'd be the one to say that."

I put my hands up in defence. "At least I didn't ask if you were pregnant, Bell's, that would be out of line."

She scoffed. "But the time you knocked me into mud wasn't?"

I shrugged, moving towards her as I smirked. "We weren't awkward teenagers then, and one of us wasn't going to get married."

Bella smiled. "I'm glad you came - I didn't think you were going to."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I come?"

"Because we've avoided each other for three years," She stated simply.

I smiled, hugging her and she leant her head against my shoulder - breathing in my scent. "You okay, Bell's?"

She nodded. "Of course, I am." She looked up, cocking a brow. "Are you staying with us?"

I shook my head. "I'm staying at a motel,"

Bella looked to her dad. "Dad, can she stay with us?"

Charlie nodded. "Of course she can-"

Bella nodded, dragging me up the stair and I looked at her bedroom - the same one we had slumber parties in and that I had shared with her over the countless summers Mum and Dad thought my presence to be annoying and shipped me off to stay with Charlie and Bella.

My parents were loving people.

Note the sarcasm.

"I'm getting married tomorrow,"

I smiled, nodding. "You're getting married tomorrow,"

She looked up to me - chewing at her lips with her deep eyes searching my face. "Aren't you supposed to tell me in your sarcastic tone that I'm making a big mistake having this wedding?"

"Bella," I said, sitting down. "This isn't my life. You can get married to Edmund if you like,"

Bella looked to me, flushing. "Edward,"

I rolled my eyes. "Edward, Edmund, Eddie - who cares."

Bella laughed softly, running a hand through her dark curls. I examined her porcelain like face, noticing the dark purplish-blue bruises that rested underneath her eyes in a constant display of her exhaustion, almost taunting her.

"Edward's slightly nervous about meeting you."

I scoffed. "Why?"

Bella smiled. "Because you're my best friend,"

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, okay, when did that happen? "You must be nervous."

She smiled, nodding. "Yep. I'm entering a system I hate,"

"Don't we all?"

In my case, it was prison.

I ran a hand through my hair as I stood from her bed. "Forks has changed,"

Bella nodded. "Yeah, it has."

I looked back at her, cocking an eyebrow questionably as I pressed my hands to the windowsill. "I have to ask you something - is there a nudist colony near by?"

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