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Andy moves to LaPush looking for a fresh start. Unfortunately, all she finds is a pack of werewolves and something evil. JakeXOC Not totally cliche, give it a try.
I am not Stephanie Meyer, therefore I own nothing of Twilight.
.:Prologue:.
Why did everything have to be white? It wasn't happy, it wasn't hopeful; it was blank and monotonous. Why couldn't they have done something happy like orange or yellow?
I chewed my thumbnail, focusing intently on the hospital walls ignoring the pain from the injuries I received. I sat with my arms wrapped around my knee's waiting in anticipation for news on my cousin. I refused to look up in the accusing faces of my family. Like it was my fault I only had bumps and bruises, it was my fault Adam didn't wear a seat belt. It was my fault the drunk driver came out of nowhere and hit us. I squeezed my knee's tighter and bit down a little harder on my thumbnail as I tried to block out the images from that night.
The different smells in the hospital were starting to get to me. The alcohol and hand sanitizer smell I could handle, but the other smells made me nervous. I could smell blood...blood and death. I shook my head and began rocking trying to distract myself from the last part.
Everything is going to be okay. Adam was going to come out of surgery completely healed and within a couple days he'd be back home. I thought to myself trying to swallow past the lump that had risen in my throat. I rocked a little faster and laid my head on my knee's. Everything is going to be just fine.
"Ahem." I heard a throat clear, my head shot up. My body tensed when I noticed it was the surgeon that had been working on Adam. He looked tired, but his face was covered by a veil of fake calm. I sat up straight ready to ask when I could go see him. I had to see him. I had to make sure he was all right.
"How is he?" My aunt Justine asked her voice shaky. My heart hammered against my chest waiting to hear his answer.
"I'm sorry..." Was all he said. Then he dropped his head and shook it.
I stared at him in disbelief. What did he mean 'sorry'? Sorry for what? Was his leg broke? His shoulder dislocated? I waited for him to continue. Willed him to continue. I shook my head. I didn't want to face the truth that lived behind those words, because Adam was not dead. He couldn't be. Aunt Justine turned to cry into my uncles arm's. I still stood dumbfounded, refusing to look further into what he implied. I kept looking in the direction the doctor came from, waiting for Adam to come walking out to show that he was just fine. I ground my teeth. Begging for some sort of sign that he was coming. Adam was not dead.
"No." I said and my voice cracked. I shook my head and my nostrils flared holding back the tears that threatened to fall. "No no no no..." I kept repeating the word over waiting for someone to say it with me. No one said anything.
The doctors face fell and he gave me a sympathetic look. My body became heavy with despair when realization caught up with my brain. When it finally decided to register the truth. I fell to my knees, no longer able to hold myself up. Pain tore through me and threatened to rip out of my body. I crossed my arms, grabbing my sides, trying to hold it all in, refusing to let myself fall apart in a room full of people that hated me. The pain was unbearable. It was suffocating. It felt like there were boulders sitting in my chest and the only way I could release them was if I cried or screamed. But I couldn't, not here.
