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 Chapter 7 – Bonfire On the new couch in the lounge room that Jake and Embry bought for us yesterday Seth, mum and I were sitting. After I broke the old one when I exploded – oops, never mind – Sam had to pay and I secretly told the boys to buy any couch they felt like, especially any expensive ones. But the scare-die cats were afraid of the Big Bad Wolf if they spent too much. What a laugh. I was looking out the open door, the cool summer’s breeze filling the room. My mask was on. When I had the emotionless poker face on, everyone just…back away. Apparently my poker face is scary. But I don’t care, if

Chapter 6 – Truth and Lies My knees were hugged tightly to my chest. The dried tears sticky and stiff were on my face from where they fell in my misery. He was gone. What was I, to be his princess when all I ever caused, was drama and death. The white walls were filled with stories, ones of sadness and loss, others of happiness, joy, and relief. And now, my story and the sadness and loss I’ve felt are imbedded into the very walls themselves. A very dreaded smell hit me like a ton of bricks. Slamming my face up with the very unfortunate whiff of something…bad. Really bad. I held my breath as best I could and looked u

Chapter 5 – More and More Again ‘Another one?’ Whined a voice in my head. ‘Yeah! Suck shit, Paul!’ a voice shouted back. They were males that were oblivious through the rough, deep voices. But I still didn’t understand how I could hear them. Since I was a wolf, I could tell through the furry paws and fluffy tail. Also, I can howl now. I just realised something. I’m a dog, well, a wolf. And I’m a girl. So, that means…well, I literally am a bitch. The sirens were closer. And according to the voices, so was Seth. Whatever that meant. Dad. What was wrong? Was he going to be okay?

Chapter 4 – Unexpected March 2006 I startled to an upright position. Sitting in a tangled mess of sheets and blankets on my small single mattress bed that I haven't slept in for years. I tried to think back to how I ended up here. I don’t ever remember coming back home. FLASHBACK………. Sitting on the beach of dad's birthday party after coming to La Push just stopping by the house to put my suitcase away and change for the party. When I got to First Beach, me and Rachel were catching up as all long lost friends do. I remember rubbing at my aching headache. "Lee? You okay?" Rach asked me, but her as wel

My heaviest thought, My deepest fear, is that the few years I spend away is worth all you have left. That leaving you for a moment will cost me a lifetime. That I go for a while with the price of forever hanging over our heads never meeting again. I see the sadness in your eyes when I say 'I have to go'. I notice the twitch of your mouth as you hide it behind your embrace. I hear the hope in your voice when you ask how long I'll be. You and I both try to ignore the hourglass sitting in the back, hoping we'll both make it till another 'next time' before it runs out. I'm begging to the Heavens that you'll keep holding on. Praying that the l

I’ll be here today. But I can’t promise tomorrow. Sensations of your touches fade, like droplets drying in the rising day. The song of your laughter trickles along the crevices of my mind, slipping through the cracks, pooling in the deepest wells of my heart. Too deep for me to reach. Together we had sewn moments between us into one happy memory, creating patterns of familiarity, cloaking my sadness with warmth, soothing the stings of old wounds. I pray it will always do the same for you. No matter how much I need you, I fear the day fate needs me to be somewhere else. There may come a time where the wind will whisk me away, away

I work in the shadows, casting visions and summoning imagination with pretty words, for the souls that tremble in frustration. I appear when I am needed, and must leave although I am wanted. I am the bolt of lightning that cracks at the feet of those who run out of steam, spurring them on with a voice as loud as distant thunder. I sit with the wielders of the pen, brush, lens and chisel, always behind them, teaching them how to spark, fanning their thoughts into a blaze. They shall never see me. For I cast their Shadows upon them so they may see their size as I expel the shadows of fear, to guide their way. I am the Light. I am the Muse. A

You're in December But She is tomorrow Life is like a paper and a pen Writing down the virtue and the sin I don't remember If it was stolen or borrowed But our love will never be same Maybe it will last for one more day I'm not innocent But I'm not ignorant, no To the fact that this wont work at least not without someone getting hurt Your in December But she is tomorrow And life is way too short For a distance so long Your in December And she is tomorrow She may not be the one But she's still the one I want And I don't remember If it was stolen or borrowed I know some things are just not adding up But we both know that I"m not man enough