Sixteen-Year-Old Jacob Black has been getting headaches since the age of eight. And the young teen wouldn't be able to tell you why. He knows it has something to do with the large hole in his memory. But that's it. He's asked his dad about it, but n...
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○○○ Jacob was only a kid when it happened, what might you ask?. Well, the issue was that he wasn't completely sure himself. All he knows is that it took place when he was very young, and he had been running outside trying to keep up with his friends. The cool older kids who hung out around him and his lineage. Yelling for them to wait up, his bare feet hitting against the dirt as he ran. Lungs burning, heart pounding. Blood rushing.
It felt amazing, he felt alive. Laughter bubbled up in him, bouncing off the bark of trees. The rocks around soaking in such sound. Collecting the energy that this young tribe boy is releasing so freely.
Carelessly.
Jacob watched up ahead as the older kids gained more distance from him, yelling and laughing. Jacob began to pump his legs faster. Ignoring how the pine needles stuck to his feet. Avoiding whatever sharp rock seems to be sticking out from the soil. Yelling out to them.
"Guys wait!" he shouts, trying to run faster, the moist air of Forks cutting against his tan cheek. Jacob kept running, and running. Till he cuts through the tree line, stumbling upon a riverbank that splits two pieces of land off from one another. The air became colder but Jake didn't pay any mind to it, he looked side to side to find the others. Dark brown eyes light up when he sees them in the distance.
He takes a deep breath before he takes off down the strip, losing his footing for a moment. Nearly falling into the strip of water quickly regaining his footing, letting out a startled laugh.
That was close.
Dad did always say Jacob ran faster than his body could process. Like when he used to play tag with Uncle Charlie's daughter Isabella and he fell right into the porch stairs when he had her in his grasp, busting open his lip. He had gotten right back up and smiled up at the two very concerned adults claiming he was okay. And started running again happily. Which led to his dad chasing him.
Jacob could see the group up ahead, waving at them from a distance. Even though none of them were looking at him. He had to run faster, he had to catch up. He wants to show that he's fast like them, that he can keep up. That he was fun too. He wanted them to see.
A flicker of light shines in the corner of his eye, catching his attention. The young native tried to ignore it, trying to keep his focus up ahead. But it kept happening. A light, each time he passes a small opening between trees. He couldn't help it, he looked over, squinting. It was moving with him not like when the sun and moon followed you. He means actually moving with him. It was moving at his pace like it was running alongside him. Racing him.
Jacob's face morphed into a look of confusion, which soon turned into glee. Becoming playfully competitive.
'You're not gonna beat me'
He thinks to himself.
As soon as the thought process, the light seems to move faster. As if it knew what Jacob was thinking. Jacob lets out a huff of air.
"That's cheating!!" he laughs, How was the light cheating? Who knows?
Anything is cheating to an eight-year-old who doesn't wanna lose whatever game that is currently being played.
Jacob pushed himself to be faster, pushed himself to keep himself up. He wanted to win, he had to win.
Jacob kept on till he ran straight into an opening where the ray of sunlight came through the trees the most. Choosing that moment to look over to taunt his new friend. The words get lodged in his throat the moment he looks. The air forcefully being knocked out of his lungs, his brain instantly felt like it was on fire. His vision going black. Landing in something freezing.
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It was dark, calm, and cold
Everything felt cold.
Image after image flew past his vision. Not giving him time to process what he was seeing, he felt happiness, sadness, guilt, and anger. All wrapped into one. Why was he feeling this way?. What was going on?. Why couldn't he breathe? Where was Dad? Why couldn't he breathe? Why couldn't he breathe!?.
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Jacob's body jolts at the sound of his alarm clock blaring, telling him it was time to wake up. The young teen groans at the sound, mumbling a quiet curse. Reaching over blindly to shut the digital clock up, mumbling a soft five more minutes to himself, and sinking back into his bed. To let sleep take him again.
Well to almost let sleep take him again...
An irritated huff came from the black haired boy. It was too early for this. The headache that comes after that damn dream. The same headache that had been tormenting him since he was eight. Most days they weren't so bad. But today seemed like it was planned to be different. He could feel his head throbbing, clenching his teeth at the pain. Sometimes, he wishes he could go to Sheriff Swan's house and ask him to shoot him in the head with his shotgun.
But sadly Jacob knew that wasn't the best idea, so like the man he is he sucks it up and gets out of bed gathering up the clothes he would be wearing today and tossing them over his shoulder as he walks towards the hallway to go to the bathroom. Right as he shuts the door behind him his eyes meet Paul who also looks like he just woke up. Both boys eye the bathroom door then back at one another.
Jacob sprints. Paul follows after.
Soon both boys are wrestling on the floor over who gets to use the bathroom first.
