Paul Fanfic:

Amy POV

I was walking down the dark and deserted road. It was well past midnight but I didn't care, and I knew my parents wouldn't notice anyhow. I often walked along the streets of the village to give myself time to think and get away from the place I call home. If I could describe my house in one word it would be: unbearable. I felt like I was in a sinkhole; slowly losing my sanity and what made me, me. Most people describe their homes as being friendly and a place of haven. I wish I could talk about my home like normal teenagers do. There was only two people who knew about how suffocating my house was and they would be Charlotte and Joie. I've known them since I was nine and we shared everything with one another. We were like the three musketeers: inseparable.

I was an hour walk away from my house when a wolf howled. Unlike most girls, this doesn't bother me. I find comfort knowing that there are wolves out there. It reminds me of the tribal stories. It makes me feel like someone is watching over me, when in reality I know no one is. I'm the one that does the watching over. Nighttime walks are the time I get to myself in the day. I spend all my time at school, work, or watching over my baby siblings. It's not the best life in the world, but it's a fulfilling one.
I work to save up for college cause God knows how else I'm supposed to pay for it with how expensive it is. I go to school and then hurry home to watch my baby siblings before work until they go to sleep at 7:30. Then I change into my work clothes and drive to work. I speed all the way there just so I can make it there on time. I work until 11:30 and drive home. Then I go on walks until well into the morning and then home to sleep. I have insomnia so I can't sleep much during the night, so I busy myself with life. Personally, I think it's pointless to lay in bed doing absolutely. Then I hit the repeat button and do it all over again.

I continued walking down the main street. There weren't many big roads seeing as I lived in La Push, Washington. Main Street was by far the longest road and it covered most of La Push. My thoughts turned to my future and school. School was where I truly pushed myself. I had to work hard to get good grades because school didn't come easy for me. Most kids used school as a social life, but I took it seriously. I wanted to get out of La Push and get away from the house I grew up in and never look back. I plan on taking my baby siblings with me, if I can get custody that is. I don't want to leave them here with our parents. I know it's not going to be the easiest road to take, going to college with two little kids. I could leave the babies here, but what kind of person would I be if I left them? I'm saving all my money so that I can get an apartment and go to school. I don't plan on seeing my parents after I move out. That sounds heartless, but they don't care about me and to be perfectly honest, I think they'd like it better that way.

I was just a few blocks away from my house when a rustle of leaves in my peripheral vision caused me to stop. I'm not suicidal or stupid, I've seen those horror movies where the girl goes into the forest looking for whatever was there enough to know you don't do that. I just stood there for a few moments to make sure that nothing was going to jump out at me before continuing on my way home. I only got a few paces farther down the road when I heard someone call out to me.

"You shouldn't be out here at this time of night, Amy." Sam. When I was younger I saw Sam almost every day. He came by my house to hang out with my brother, back when days were easier. Seeing him brought pain to my heart. He reminded me of a time where my parents cared about their children and my home was enjoyable.

"You're one to talk Samuel. You know I can't sleep anyways, what does it matter if I'm outside." Whenever I was annoyed with him as a child I called him Samuel. It was just a habit I picked up from my parents when they were annoyed or angry with Tyler.

"It's not safe at night, Amelia. You should know that. I know you can't sleep but it would be best if you stayed within the confinements of your home when it gets to be too late."

Pictures started to come in my mind but I pushed them down. There were things that I didn't want to relive or see if a flashback came from seeing the images. Tears prickled in my eyes, but like all my other emotions, I bottled them up. I hated to show weakness in front of another being and crying was weakness.

"Thank you for your concern Samuel, but I think I can decide what to do with my life." I wasn't trying to be disrespectful, but I'm almost a legal adult. I can make my own decisions.

"I'm just looking out for you Amy. I don't want anything to happen to you." Sam was like another brother to me when Tyler was here. He fit the role so well that it didn't surprise me when he was at my house back then. He teased me just like Tyler did. After what happened to Tyler, I shut Sam out. It was too painful to see him. He reminded me so much of Tyler and to see him brought tears to my eyes. I avoided Sam at all costs after that. I know he still cared about me, but it's difficult to be around him for too long. It's painful.

"Thank you Sam, for your concern. But I've been watching out for myself for five years. I don't think I need help from you or anyone else for the matter. If you'll excuse me, I need to be heading home."

I am independent, living my life has made me that way. I stand up for myself and rely only upon myself. I turned away from him and started to head back to my house. I reached home without another disturbance from Sam or any other person that might be prowling the streets. I grabbed the key from under the pot on the porch and unlocked the door. I placed the key back where it belongs and walked into the house. I closed and locked the door behind me before walking down the hall to nursery. I checked on the twins. Sure enough they were sound asleep in their own cribs. I walked across the room to my dark room and left the door cracked. I changed into my pajamas which consisted of an overlarge t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I laid down under the covers and stared at the ceiling. The tears I had been holding in since my run-in with Sam leaked out. I softly sobbed to myself. I cried for my loss and my rough life. I cried for the twins and how hard their childhood would be growing up in our dysfunctional family. I would save them from living like I had for the past five years. I would show them that they were loved and cared for. But mostly I cried for Tyler, the brother I missed dearly. The brother that would never live or breathe again. The one who had been my hero. I fell asleep to the pounding of my heart, with the tears still streaming down my face.

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