Lee's POV

I folded my body into itself, almost disapearing inside my oversized leather jacket. My short hair whipped around my face and my body shuddered in the biting cold. I almost ran into a quickly approaching figure but managed to throw myself to the side at the last minute. I ended up ramming my shoulder into a brick wall, but it was worth it, I managed to avoid human contact.

The guy, early 20's handsome, quickly flicked his eyes over me as he continued on his hurried way. I sighed in relief. This was my life, this is how I lived, this is how I liked it. If I could just get to the record store, make my purchase, then get home with as little human interaction as possible, I'd be okay. I wasn't gonna say I'd be 'good' I'd never been good, at least I hadn't been since I was 14.

Damn Washington, stupid fucking cold state, it was times like these I envied people with body fat.

Shit

I thought, they were re-paving the sidewalk that led to the music store, I'd have to go around the buildings. As I wove my way in and out of alleys I inwardly cursed my decision to move to port angeles, then again, I would never be found here, It was the closest I'd ever be to invisible.

I kept my head down and scurried quickly towards the back enterance, then I saw him, well them technically. I probably should have heard them before I saw them, but it just didn't happen that way. There was a couple, a large, tan guy, and what looked like a little blond, making out behind the store. Well, let me think, maybe I should elaborate, they were trying to eat each other's heads, behind the store.

There was no judgement in that observation, it was simply a fact. Usually, I would have simply skirted around them, but there was no avoiding this. They were standing RIGHT against the back door. First, I simply cleared my throat, that wasn't loud enough I guess.

"Excuse me."

I started, startled by the sound of my own voice. When was the last time I used it, last week? Week before? It was really pathetic that I didn't know. I heard a...growl...of what I assumed was frustration from the guy. I took a sharp breath and shrugged farther into my jacket.

"What do you want?"

He still hadn't turned his back, his voice was so deep, so husky, I was almost to scared to reply, but I hadn't made this fucking miserable trip just to wimp out now.

"I just want to get it."

See , told myself, as little words as possible, it's like you're not even here.

The guy slowly turned, wearing a cocky smirk, and caught my eyes. Ever so slowly, the smirk faded and was replaced by an expression of awe. What the fuck? Everything about me was specifically molded to make me invisible, I hadn't held eye contact for more than a few seconds for months. Realizing this, I quickly flitted my eyes away.

"I'll be out of your way quick. Just ignore me and let me in."

The words were barely out before his eyebrown knit together and a dark scown formed on his forehead.

Shit, shit shit shit shit...I pissed him off

Not knowing whether to run or stay, I remained glued to my spot. I brought my eyes back up to his and was shocked by their intensity. It was like staring at molten lava, you knew it couldn't hurt you, but the very image seemed to burn you. He was attractive I suppose, I could barely notice things like that now. I had trained my eyes to view men at sources of pain and danger, to be avioded at all costs. Shit, this wasn't worth it, I turned and started to walk the other way.

Then, I was aware of a heat and a pressure on my arm. Fucking Shit! He was touching me.

"I-I can't ignore you, you're so fucking beautiful."

I was...shocked wasn't even the right word...devestated. NO! this wasn't happenening, not again. As completely pussy-esque as I may be at times, I still had some balls, for a girl that is. I yanked my arm out of his hand and began to quickly walk back the way I came. I heard his call from behind me, and walked even faster. I had a feeling he could catch me if he wanted to, and prayed he didn't want to.

You see, me and society had a mutual agreement: I was worthless, shit, less than dirt. Everything about me, from my personality (or lack thereof), to my actions, and appearance, portrayed that image. I lived inside my own head you see, with all my books and music and nightmares. My actions were minimal. I had trained myself to be invisible, to be the opposite of what people want to see, causing them to look the other direction. You see, with most people, all they would have to do, is: Stop wearing makeup, Wear plain clothes, and Stop interacting with other people. That didn't work with me.

I had been cursed (with every definition of the word), with attractiveness. Even when I wore jeans and t-shirts, I was an object of lust. Even with no make-up, I was to sensual. Even when I was antisocial, I was 'mysterious'. So, I had to take things to the next level. First, I stopped eating except when absolutely necessary, I was emeciated and had a body that every girl with an eating disorder craves. My ribs stuck out prominantly when I wore anything close to form fitting. My breasts were just a small rise and fall on my chest, almost invisible, besides their definitely round shape and dark pink nipples. I tried my best to keep them hidden at all times.

My face, was to feminine. People used to praise me for my high cheek bones and big green eyes, they used to go into raptures over my long auburn hair, not anymore. The first, and easiest to fix, was my hair. I had chopped it off into a messy, ill defined, layered cut, and dyed it jet black. It was the most repulsive color I could think of for my skin tone, and I was right.

It caused my already fair skin to appear white. I couldn't do much about my actual features though. Of course, no make up. Once I had actually tried to cut my eye lashes off in an effort to make my eyes seem less inviting, less sparkly and feminine. Unfortunately, just like with shaving, my lashes had grown back darker, thicker, and fuller. There was really nothing to do about them now. My lips were small, round, and a little too full for my taste, they made it look like I was trying to be sultry, which I wasn't.

Despite my 'good' genes. I had managed a look, and an attitude, that told society. "don't bother with me, I'm not worth it." My oversized ripped jeans, combat boots, leather jacket, and many piercings. were enough to scare off most people, and if that didn't work, well then they could have a conversation with me and the matter would be settled. I turned and saw that the guy was still following me, after (I presume) ditching the blonde he had been with.

Oh well, I guess I would just have to talk to him, and scare him off for good.