A/N: Hey guys, Aby here. So, it's been ages since I've updated any of my stories (and it's going to be ages more before I do) but here's a new one. Leah Clearwater has always been one of my favourite characters :) I'll try my best to do a chapter a month.

Leah

When Sam left me for Emily - my cousin who was practically my sister - I was pissed, to say the least. Anger had always come easier to me than any emotion, and I supposed that's why Sam left so easily. Nobody wants a fucked-up chick, right?

After a while, some of the anger went away. Not all of it, I was still seething, but enough went away for a new emotion to creep it. Heartbreak.

Being heartbroken isn't something you can describe. You can't say what it feels like, only what it does to you. I would wake up in the middle of the night, crying and gasping because I forgot how to breathe. I would cut off midsentence, because his face would flood my mind. I could barely make it through a day without breaking something.

I just never thought i'd be the one left behind. Leah Clearwater was a strong, independant woman who didn't waste her time on boy problems. That's who I thought I was, who I made myself out to be.

Eventually, I learnt to deal with it the way most of us do when our life falls apart. I shut down. Leah Clearwater ceased to exist, instead a robotic zombie took her place. I went through the motions of everyday life, but you couldn't really classify me as living. Feeling nothing at all was better than all that pain.

Surprisingly, I graduated from high school. Having completely neglected my studies, it was a huge shock to me and my mother. I hadn't bothered applying to colleges, and I wasn't about to either. I didn't want to move on, so I let the world carry on while I stayed back, dying a little everyday.

I got a job though. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired at home and I had to get out and do something. So I ended up working the register at the convenience store.

Occasionally, Sam or his mother would stop by. Their eyes were apologetic, and that just pissed me off even more. Apologies meant nothing to me if they weren't going to actually do anything about it.

When my fingers brushed Sam's as I scanned a can of peas, I felt no spark. And that was when I realized, I was over Sam Uley, once and for all.

Slowly, other feelings started creeping in. Anger, mostly, but the anger wasn't like before. It was concentrated and steady. I could see clearer now, and I knew that somehow, I was going to make Sam pay.

Then came the day of my father's heart attack. It hit Seth harder than it hit me, I was never that close to my dad. He phased that night, but I didn't know it yet. I was completely unaware to the existence of werewolves, and I'd do anything to go back to that time. At least then, I'd be able to blame Sam for leaving me, instead of some stupid werewolf thing.

A few days later, I stubbed my toe on the door. This tiny, insignificant event pissed me off so much that I phased. I suppose all the pent-up rage finally made me explode.

A/N: That was chapter one =) I'll get chapter two out soon as possible. And as I always say; read and review! Thanks 3