Chapter 36

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'SUP! :)

(that's my new greeting ;P)

Anyhow, sorry it's shorter, but I was suffering from writer's block. I just managed to squeeze this out of my brain, so sorry if it's horrible. Also, it's not edited (sorry ThumbsDWN, didn't have enough time to send it :( ), so don't kill me!

Picture: iheartjacobblack (btw, I do too ;) )

Dedicated to: LoveYouForever - she wrote the most AMAZING fan-fiction thing of TMH (I know right? Awesome!) Anyways, you guys should totally check it out. No, I'm ORDERING you to look at it! Please, you won't be disappointed! It's called: Song Fiction Stories (Brent&Liza) :)

Song: Second Try - Travis Garland (from her fan-fiction)

Enjoy :)

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Brent P.O.V.

A loud knock awoke me.

"Honey, time to get up." my mom called softly, her voice the slightest bit hesitant. Let's just say I hadn't been having the best relationship with my parents these days.

I gave an irritated growl, but rolled out of bed anyway. My bed covers tumbled onto the floor, and I threw them back onto the bed, yawning. I heard the footsteps of my mother walking away down the hallway, and it was only then when I let out a groan.

I ached.

My joints, my head, everything felt numb. I shuffled towards the door, and then towards the bathroom, hoping that a warm shower would help control the pains for at least another day. It was only going to be so long before they realized that their future leader was weak...

And dying.

Well, I guess I wasn't even going to be their leader anymore, ever. My mate had rejected me, and my body was slowly starting to shut down. In a week, I would be buried under the cold, hard earth.

Maybe then she would realize the mistake she had made. I thought bitterly, stepping under the blasting water, and hating myself instantly for it.

No, I should have told her earlier. I shouldn't have lied. I shouldn't have hurt her. It was my own, stupid fault. I wasn't going to blame her for anything in this.

The pain in my body slowly eased away under the burning water, and I rolled my shoulders around, stretching the still stiff joints. A few minutes later, I switched off the water and got out of the shower.

I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and tugged on a white t-shirt quickly before heading downstairs, my hair still tousled and wet. Running a hand through the strands to try to shake the water off, I headed downstairs, making sure to be careful not to make any sharp movements that would set off the unavoidable pains.

The kitchen door stood open, and I heard my mother bustling around the room, an egg cracking and falling into a pan. It started to sizzle, and I walked inside, not even sparing her a glance.

"Good morning, darling," my mom said brightly, though I heard a layer of pain woven through it. She saw me getting weaker, and she couldn't do anything about it. I bet she even thought it was her own fault - she always managed to blame everything on herself.

But no, it was all my fault this time.

Giving a nod in her direction, I grabbed an apple and started to walk back out.

"Brent," she called after me, her voice kind of desperate, "don't you want some scrambled eggs? I made them especially for you."

I shook my head. "I'm fine, thanks."

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