All Leah lived for is Sam. But then he hurt her, and the pain cuts deep every day. She only wishes one thing --- he could see her pain ---- no, not see it, but feel it.
Didn't anyone know how much it had hurt me? I wished there was a way for Sam to understand my pain. No, not understand it, but feel the pain I feel. Every time I open my eyes after waking, and feel the pain slash through me, like the claws of a terrible monster.
If only he could feel my pain.
Have you ever heard be careful what you wish for?
I hope you like this story. Leah's not talked about or pittied much, so I figured that I would tell her story and help people understand her loss of true love.
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I loved him. And yet, at the same time I hated him. But I loved him more.
And here I was, standing in the middle of my room; a monster. My claws had scratched the wood, and small growl were heatedly erupting over the thoughts of how Seth had made me so mad.
I had growled at my Sam.
My heart immediately wrenched at the thought, wondering if he hated me now. It was Seth's fault. He made me livid.
"Hello, Leah," Sam's quiet voice fell on my ears like water for a man who had not drunk for days.
I whined, hoping he would accept that. He did.
He nodded and held out a towel from behind his back. No, it was a large fleece blanket.
"Control your emotions, and once you calm down, you'll change back. I'll explain everything. Do you want me to leave?"
I didn't know the depth of the question, so I shook my head, clipping it on the wall and shying away instinctively. I hit my shoulder on the other wall and whimpered.
"It's okay," Sam soothed and I almost fell down from lack of muscle, "Just be still."
I would do anything in the world for him. I stood still as stone, and he smiled weakly.
"Okay, now, control your emotions. Try to shrink," Sam directed me gently.
Tried, and failed. I was thinking of Seth, and how mad I was.
God, my life blows.
"Control," Sam chanted each time I failed. I wanted so badly to control myself, for him. But this side of me didn't seem well trained. I felt almost wild, like I could barely grasp my old self's emotions and control. And every time I looked away, it slipped through my fingers.
I used the only thing I could think of to calm me.
I looked into Sam's dark eyes. So deep, and kind. He hadn't wanted to hurt me, it had been something he couldn't control. I had a strange instinctive thought that whatever had happened to Sam and Emily, had something to do with this. What I was now.
But unexpectedly, the realization of the harm I could do to anyone, like I had done to my dresser, which now lay splintered, on the other side of the room, sprang forward.
Then it hit me. Emily hadn't been mauled by a bear.
Finally, my shoulders slumped, and my eyes closed. I felt myself fall to the floor, and into darkness.