Chapter 1: Ripped Out
BPOV
I didn't think Charlie had the guts- but fuck me, he sure had the balls.
While I dozed with my iPod fully blown into my ears, boxer shorts & sports bra on, two men fled my bedroom.
My body didn't have time to react. I was grabbed, had a bag thrown over my head, and then dragged by the arms out of the house.
Of course I kicked back, and swore loud enough for the neighbours that didn't exist to crack open the curtains. But apparently I wasn't loud enough for Charlie. He stayed inside the crappy house he hadn't left in "umpteen" years.
I always thought Charlie to be a coward. Tonight finally proved that.
As the two men struggled with my flailing limbs, I listened for any sign of life outside my own. But life in Forks was 'blah', and not even the owls had a nightlife. I didn't let the dullness of this small town ruin my life though, and that's why Charlie was shipping me off no to god only knows where.
I had a bad streak to me- exactly what the other guy who used to be in my life told me not to show. But I wasn't a rule follower. I drank, used, and ruined my life- all the while feeling like I was fixing it. Would I ever admit this to anyone else? Hell freakin' no.
As the two men shoved into the car, and duck taped my wrists together, I couldn't help remembering how I had gotten myself into this predicament.
***
Two Weeks Earlier.
Jacob Black was my adrenaline buddy. He helped me find my fixes, trash my life, and at the end of the night, find a place for me to crash.
Crashing sucked, but it was apart of my new lifestyle. High highs ended with low lows. It was an unwritten law.
Jacob was a junkie too. Plus he was very strong, and it didn't bother him to carry me in every night- sometimes straight to the emergency room.
This Tuesday night was typical. Nurses recognized me when Jacob carried me through the empty ER, so did the doctors. They didn't give me pain killers after pumping my stomach; they had already wasted too many meds on me over the year. They let me feel the full on pain of taking too much of everything.
I had promised too many people I wouldn't be back here. But I was a liar. Everyone knew that. Especially Charlie.
Charlie typically still tried playing the caring father act. But after the twentieth time of the same frustrated father routine, it began to grow old. Instead of bailing me out of the ER, Charlie took the doctors advice and let me wallow in my self pity, and fully take in the pain that was seeping through my body.
But they didn't know that the pain felt good- in a sick, sadistic sort of way. And as I took in the luxury of feeling such pain, I secretly enjoyed the private joke of pretending I was transforming into a new born vampire.
I wasn't that lucky though.
Far Away In Alaska...
APOV
The flash came to me just like the others. I wasn't looking for it, but that didn't mean it couldn't find me.
It was the same shit, different day. I saw a pathetic, thin looking girl, shooting up heroin, drinking too much, speeding down highways, and then passing out in the back of a rusty truck cab. Later, that Jacob character carried her through her second home- the emergency room.
I opened my eyes when the vision was over. I felt sick. Sick because I used to know this girl in a past lifetime. Only now, she was a stranger. The girl I saw resembled nothing of the girl we left over a year ago.
