"The one place where a man ought to get a square deal is in a courtroom, be he any color of the rainbow, but people have a way of carrying their resentments right into a jury box. As you grow older, you'll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don't you forget it - whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash."
- Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Everybody's waiting
Everybody's watching
Even when you're sleeping
Keep your ey-eyes open

A tricky thing
As yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands to keep score

Keep your eyes open
Everybody's waiting for you to breakdown
Everybody's watching to see the fallout
Even when you're sleeping, sleeping
Keep your eyes open
Keep your eyes open
Keep your eyes open

So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard
Every lesson forms a new scar
They never thought you'd make it this far
But turn around, they've surrounded you
It's a showdown, and nobody comes to save you now
But you've got something they don't
Yeah you've got something they don't

You've just gotta keep your eyes open
Everybody's waiting for you to breakdown
Everybody's watching to see the fallout
Even when you're sleeping, sleeping
Keep your eyes open
Keep your eyes open
Keep your eyes open

Keep your feet ready
Heartbeat steady
Keep your eyes open
Keep your aim locked
The night goes dark
Keep your eyes open

Everybody's waiting for you to breakdown
Everybody's watching to see the fallout
Even when you're sleeping, sleeping
Keep your eyes open
Keep your eyes open
Keep your eyes open
Keep your eyes open
~Eyes Open~
Taylor Swift

I don't know which is worse.

Shouting at my vampire cousin and basically alienating myself from her whole family, or being stuck out in the middle of no where.

Definitely not a good day.

This day is killing me.

Literally, I think I'm going into cardiac arrest.

"ROADSIDE ASSISTANCE MY FUCKING ASS!"

That was two house ago.

Really, it was pretty inappropriate to say that you'll be there any day and any time yet when I actually bloody well need them - they can't reach me for 4-5 hours because of some huge 'accident'. It wasn't my fault that some drunken idiot thought it would be hilarious if he brought a horse and carriage down the freeway.

I leant against my car, my cigarette lighting up the dawn that was breaking and I exhaled - the smoke going into the air as I released it from me. I looked down at the cigarette, twiddling it through my fingers as I pondered whether or not smoking would kill me.

Eh.

I ran a hand through my hair again as I brought the smoke to my lip again and took a drag, closing my eyes as I tried not to rip my hair from it's roots.

We're so fucked.

Yep.

I looked up at the darkening sky, and I felt fear consume me at the very idea of being out here - lost and alone.

Can someone say axe-wielding serial killer?

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know if maybe I should just go home - go back to my non-existent friends and my badgering parents. I could go back to them, couldn't I? I could leave Forks - go to college and live a semi-normal life. I could forget about everything; about Jacob, and about the Cullen's.

I could just leave all of it.

But I couldn't do that.

I couldn't do that to Jake, or to Bella - whom I had promised I would stay with.

Yet I feared going back.

It's going to be so awkward.

I know.

Please, please don't remind me.

Urgh.

I felt my chest contract as I stared down at my hands, and I wondered how I could have such stubby fingers. I mean, seriously, they had some serious fat to them. I should join weight watchers just for the sake of slimming out my fingers.

Fuck, had they always been this morbidly obese?

Yes.

Sorry I didn't tell you.

Fuck you conscience.

Why do you always assume I'm conscience? Why couldn't I be a tumour?

Your not a tumour.

STOP SQUASHING MY DREAMS!

DREAMS? YOUR NOT EVEN REAL!

Oh, I really, really hate you right now.

I sighed, looking around the place I had parked my car and I felt my lip twitch at the irony of the situation. I had met Jake around this place. Not this exact place, of course, because that would just be fucking freaky.

I felt my lips turn up in a warm smile as I thought about meeting Jake.

That was a weird day.

A really, really weird day.

I shook my head, before going to the back of my car - rummaging through the mess as I tried to find anything that would keep me from killing myself on this empty road. I sighed as I leant over the seat, my fingers grabbing all sorts of fabrics and objects as I tried to see if out of all the junk I had stuffed in the back of my car, there was anything that was useful.

I groaned as I smacked my head on the car roof as I tried to get out of the car, and I sighed - ruffling my hair as I ran a hand over my face, wondering if life could get any worse. I felt stabbing pain ripple through the sides of my body, and I gasped - shooting up as I cringed.

"You really should stop running off,"

"GA-ARGH!" I screamed, my hands lashing out as my heart pounded against my chest.

Expecting an axe wielding serial killer, at the least, or even a paedophile in a white van - I nearly collapsed at what I saw.

Jake.

Perfect timing.

He couldn't have come two hours ago, could he? When it was light and we could see.

I gasped as his arms grabbed me, tightening themselves around my waist as he hiked me up onto the hood of the car, his bare chest scorching as I placed my hands on it - welcoming the burning kiss that came when he crashed his lips to mine.

His arms, at my back, pulled me closer as I hiked my legs around his waist - my hands moving from his chest to his hair, clutching at it as the kiss deepened. Out tongues danced as we kissed, his hands searching my back as we abruptly separated, throwing my head back as his lips waltzed across my skin, nibbling and sucking.

I gasped in shock as I looked up at the soaring pine tree's, hearing the crickets in their symphony move with our every movement - Jacob lightly caressing my bosom as his lips tore at my top, which was already dirty and ripped. I looked to him, our eyes meeting as I grabbed his hands - gliding them over my exposed stomach and I grabbed the ripped fabric, pulling it off as my eyes never left his.

My shirt, discarded on the floor, no longer mattered as Jake's huge hand went to cup my cheek, caressing it lightly before his hand moved to my hair - gripping at it as he roughly kissed me again.

And again.

And again.

I moaned in pleasure as I leant back on the hood, my nails scratching at his bare back as he grabbed me, securing my legs around his waist as he pulled me off the hood - our lips still attached in pure and utter serendipity.

We seperated, only for a moment as we panted - our breaths intertwining with each other as I stared into his dark orbs. "I love you,"

I smiled, savouring the moment before I ran my hand through his hair - biting my lip. "I love you, too."

He laughed, leaning his forehead against mine as he moved a hair from my eyes, our laboured breaths competing with each other. "You do realise it's going to be so awkward going back,"

I laughed, before I felt the waves of pain hit me and I gasped as I lurched forward - smacking Jake in the face. He stumbled, yet didn't drop me and he groaned as he clutched at his nose. "Fuck."

"I'm sorry." I said quietly as I tried to ignore the pain from the kiss, and from laughing and ever so gently - Jake set me down.

His arms gently wrapped around me, and I finally felt at home.

I was home.

I sighed, leaning into his chiselled chest as my arms tightened around him. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up at him. "For what? Why are you sorry?"

His hand came out, tracing my cheekbones. "I hurt you."

I shrugged, smiling slightly. "I beat you up with a baseball bat," I murmured as I leant into his chest again, chuckling. "I think we're even."

We stood in silence for a minute before I looked up to him, smiling slightly. "I'm sorry about my nervous breakdown."

He smiled, rubbing my cheek. "It's fine. I think Emmett's still laughing."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course."

"Do you want to go home?" He asked me, his eyebrows furrowed and I realised that my house in Portland didn't flash through my mind - the house that I had grown up in was lost to me.

Because I didn't think of that house, the house that I believed was haunted by a demon and the gnomes from Mrs. Atkinson's lawn across the road were plotting there revenge.

I had killed one of their own.

I don't really have an excuse - I just wanted to see how much it would smash if I dropped it from my roof.

You weren't a good child, were you?

It was for science!

I looked at him, licking my lips as I grabbed his hand. "Yeah. Lets go home."

The Cullen's house was as beautiful as ever.

I looked down at the sweatshirt I had found in the back, playing with it's strings and my car came to a slow halt on the driveway. The lights flickered on and off, and my eyes immediately went to the place I had been thrown this morning.

I took a deep breath, my eyes going over the brilliant structure that was the Cullen residence and I could feel Jake's eyes on me, yet I forbade myself from meeting them for the fear that I would crumple beneath his warm and adoring gaze.

I got out, trying to ignore the pain that shot up my sides and Jake was immediately at my side - his expression contorted in absolute concern and I wondered where that concern was when he was dry humping me on the hood of my car.

Not that you didn't like it.

Of course I liked it!

A lesbian would like that!

They would go straight for that!

Jakes arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me up straighter as I took a step to move out of his arms yet he stopped me, smiling warmly down at me. "Are you sure you want to go in there?"

I nodded, yet I almost suddenly regretted the decision.

I didn't want to go in there, nor did I want to face Bella - whom would surely spit venomous saliva in my face. I felt my knee's buckle underneath me as I wondered where my courage had escaped me, and I contemplated how much bravery I actually possessed.

Not enough, shit for brains.

Just go in there, and get it over with.

It's easy for you!

You don't' have to say anything!

We made our way up the stairs, and Jake opened the door for me - yet I was reluctant to go into the pristine house. I still had dirt in my hair, and I was sure my bloodied gash left a trail of crusty blood on my forehead and down my cheek.

I tried to clean myself up, yet in a matter of mili-seconds - I was in the arms of a burly arms of the ice sculptured version of Arnold Schwarzenegger, aka Emmett Cullen.

"Where were you, midget?" He said, his voice nearly shaking the huge house. "It was boring without you here."

I smiled tightly, patting his biceps. "Good to know I'm appreciated."

He let me down, sensing my pain and he smiled - his grin reaching from ear to ear. "So, where were you?"

"I was at hooters."

He looked at me, before he burst out laughing.

Yep.

I was back.

I let out an 'oomph' as I was attacked once again, and I looked to whom I was grabbed by and I smiled lightly as I saw the caramel hair of Esme. "Hey, Esme."

"Goodness, you had us all worried," She said, her hands coming up to cup my face and I realised just how much of a mother Esme was. How soft her touch was, and how her compassion just seemed to consume her when it came to her family. She could be vicious, when she wanted to be, yet she was a mother in every aspect. She looked to me, her soft smile off her face as she gently shook me - her lips pursed in a thin line. "Don't you ever do that again."

I smiled as she moved her hands away from my face, my cheeks instantly flushing as I felt just how cool her touch was. I nodding, ignoring my cold face as she smiled softly, infecting me with the warmth that she exuberated. "I'm sorry."

She nodded, before her face went to complete worry. "How are your ribs. Oh, Anna, look at your forehead. We must get you up to Carlisle, right this instant."

I smiled. "It really doesn't matter, Esme. I just wanted to speak with Bell-"

Emmett chocked on his own laughter. "Oh, you can't do that."

My eyebrows furrowed as I imagined how angry she truly was with me, and I could almost feel myself shaking with regret - wondering how I could say such awful things to her. She must hate me, no, she must absolutely despise me with every cell in her body-well, her corpse.

I nodded, not questioning Emmett. "Okay."

Immediately, he realised his mistake. "No! Not because of what you said, but-but because of-"

"They're fucking," Rosalie said calmly as she walked into the room, a small smile on her face as she gently hugged me. "Good to have you back, blood bag."

Heres another chapter for you guys.

Once again, sorry for not updating.

HAD A HUGE, MAJOR CASE OF WRITERS BLOCK!

DID YOU SEE THE HUNGER GAMES! Oh, my god - wasn't it absolutely and utterly brilliant? I loved it's editing.

Weird, that editing is the thing that I compliment it on.

Anyways, Year 11's been going fine and I'm nearlly finished with the first term - which is brilliant! How are you guys? I hope good, because I haven't talked to you in about three weeks.

Once again, I'm so so sorry.

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