I don't know where this came from. That's a lie. I was hit with the idea while feeling down one day. It was begging to be written. This isn't a fandom that many people frequent so I don't think anyone will read it, but eh.

There is a mention of suicidal thoughts. If they make you uncomfortable, please don't read.

I own neither Marvel or Stephanie Meyer characters.

~Kurenai Cakes

Running Away

With Leah

Everything had changed after the Volturi left. Everyone moved on, and she tried. She did. She just couldn't, not in La Push. Not when everyone had found something to live for. Jacob and Quil had their imprints. Seth and Embry had their girlfriends. Not to mention that over half of Sam's pack was imprinted or in some kind of loving relationship. It was hard not to be jealous when everyone was happy. But she decided to push through until…Her mom and Charlie had gotten married. Of course she went to the wedding, and smiled, pretending to be happy for her mom. All in all, she couldn't deal with the fact that when her mom said "I do" it meant that everything was over. It felt like the family that she'd grown up in was over. There was no more "Clearwater family." It had only been two years since her dad died, and a Leah couldn't except that out over twenty years of marriage was gone within an instant. Sure Harry was dead, but it was like Sue and Seth never grieved. Leah herself felt cheated of her grief as she was forced to join Seth in the supernatural fight, but Harry had always been on her mind. Sue and Seth just instantly began moving on, Sue with the Swan and Seth with the supernatural world. And as when she looked around the room at the people, the Cullen family, and the packs smiling and congratulating them, she felt so out of place. She wasn't happy for them. She hated this development.

'You don't belong here with them.' Their smiles were genuine, and hers was so fake, and she knew that she couldn't stay here and pretend to be happy with all of the change that happened in her life over the past couple of years. That night, she excused herself from the reception and quietly went back home. She found herself moving on autopilot as she went and packed her bags, haphazardly throwing clothing and shoes into the bags. She grabbed the extra money that she'd been stockpiling for emergencies.

She didn't leave a note. She just got into her car, and drove away. Without looking back.

They called every day.

"Leah, where are you."—that was Seth.

"Hey, Leah honey where are you? You left the reception last night and no has seen you since. I'm starting to get worried" — that was her mom.

"Leah, I know we're not on the best terms but you need to call or something. Please you're freaking us out." –Emily.

"Lee-lee…Leah, it's been a couple of days. I'm starting to get worried." –Sam.

"Call me, Beta. Okay, whatever is wrong. We can work it out." –Jacob

"Call me, sis."—Seth

"Call me, honey."—her mom.

"Leah, what the hell where are you?"—Jacob.

The calls continued for a long while, each one angrier than the rest.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Come back home. I don't know what the fuck you're playing at. But this is bullshit. "— that was Seth. She doesn't think that she had ever heard him sound so angry.

"Look, Seth and I are coming to find you." Jacob said.

And that was the straw that broke the camel's back. She didn't want to go back. She couldn't, not when she was nothing but a burden to them. She was perfectly willing to live in the past and remember, but she didn't think it was fair to make them do so. She felt the need to break her silence. But she couldn't talk to one of them. She couldn't talk to one of her family members, Jacob, Emily or Sam (not that she had anything to say to the latter two). She looked through her contacts, and before stopping on one name that she never thought she would call.

"Hello," he answered.

"H-Hello," she stuttered back.

"It's good to hear your voice Ms. Clearwater. You've given everyone quite the scare over the last three weeks."

"I-I'm sorry…" she whispers.

"Everyone's been worried about you, my family included."

"You don't have to lie. It's okay, whatever. I can't come back. Don't l-let them come for me, yet…I can't come back…I need time. There is something wrong with me…" She didn't know if she was making sense. She probably wasn't as air started to feel like a luxury she could no longer afford. She couldn't breathe. It fucking hurt. "I ju-just need time to figure ou everything…to fix whatever's wrong with me."

"Leah, just call when you're ready."

The next day, Carlisle texted her a bank account number and told her to take as much as she needed. And the calls stopped.

That was a couple of months ago. And she still didn't figure out what was wrong with her. She had just kept driving, putting as much distance between her hometown and herself. She stopped a couple of times, spending a couple of weeks in some cities that she doesn't remember the name of. She tried working there, and tried to set up some semblance of a life, one without wolves—she stopped phasing as soon as she left La Push. But her attempts of life never stuck so she moved on. She tried to find her place in the world. She did, and she couldn't find it. The hole that had developed when her father died and she became a wolf grew larger. It was swallowing her alive. Her inner wolf craved to be let out, and should feel the entity pushing on the edge of her consciousness begging to be free. And she didn't want it to keep its hold on her. So she finds herself standing on a random roof on a really high building in New York. Why there? She doesn't know. She's just so tired.

Looking down, she smiles as she takes in the street below. There are lights everywhere, outshining the stars in the night sky. The people look like ants, and she knows that they can't see her. It's a good thing. She's a mess. A literal hot mess, and no one should be subject to the shit-show that was Leah fucking Clearwater.

An idea sparks. No that's a lie. She's had it before, the idea to end whatever she was. She craves nothingness, and for some reason she feels that death is the only thing that could grant it to her. She'd tried drugs before, but the whole wolf thing made them impotent.

'Maybe if I fall from this high I could end it.'

She closes her eyes, takes a breath and steps over the edge. She expects to free fall, but it doesn't happen. There is something cold holding one of her hands. She opens her eyes only to see a metal hand holding hers.

'What the fuck' she thinks as her eyes trace the arm to find a dark haired man, his hair covering his face, attached to it.

He yells something that she can't understand, and she finds herself being pulled up.

She tries to pull away so she can plummet in peace but he is stronger, and she soon finds her feet back on the rooftop floor. And now she stands across from the lifesaving stranger, and she finds that she hates him. No that's not right. She hates herself for trying to end it. For getting caught. Everything she has been dealing with since she left culminates and she begins to cry. She throws her arms around the stranger and blubbers into his chest. He's stiff at first, but she soon feels a warm arm and a cold, metallic one wrap around her. And she begins to cry harder.

If, anyone is out there let me know what you think.

~Kurenai Cakes