Twilight [Purify]
Finally done posting all that old stuff from like, two years ago haha. Leah angst, because I have fallen in love with her.
Title: Purify
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: PG
Character: Leah Clearwater
Summary/Excerpt: She has a thing for hot showers.
She has a thing for hot showers. Before - and that's how her world is categorized now, into before and after - she would turn the hot water all the way up and let it rain down on her like fire. Almost hot enough to make her skin blister. And she would stand there and scrub at her skin, thinking maybe if she scrubbed hard enough she could scrub it all away.
Mom doesn't look at her the same any more. She knows that she's trying, shit, they're all trying, but there's fresh pain in her eyes every time she looks at Leah. She thinks it's because she looks too much like her father, same nose and ears and sometimes, when she laughs, her mom will look at her like she's seeing a ghost. So Leah doesn't laugh much any more. Not that there's much to laugh about anyway.
Sometimes she feels like a ghost. Like people are looking right through her. Or worse, that they only see her through their pity. She doesn't want their pity. Oh, Sam left and then Daddy left and look, poor Leah. Poor, poor girl.
She holds all her pain inside. She keeps it in a ball buried deep in her stomach until it turns into the cruel and biting thoughts she can't stop thinking. That she can't stop shouting at everyone. She knows they all wish she'd never changed. She'd know that even if she couldn't hear their thoughts.
She wants to burn it all away. She wants to scrub it all off of her, wants to be able to feel more than pain and misery. But now it's after and her skin is like fire. And she knows that even if she turns the hot water all the way up it'll still feel cold.
Title: Purify
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: PG
Character: Leah Clearwater
Summary/Excerpt: She has a thing for hot showers.
She has a thing for hot showers. Before - and that's how her world is categorized now, into before and after - she would turn the hot water all the way up and let it rain down on her like fire. Almost hot enough to make her skin blister. And she would stand there and scrub at her skin, thinking maybe if she scrubbed hard enough she could scrub it all away.
Mom doesn't look at her the same any more. She knows that she's trying, shit, they're all trying, but there's fresh pain in her eyes every time she looks at Leah. She thinks it's because she looks too much like her father, same nose and ears and sometimes, when she laughs, her mom will look at her like she's seeing a ghost. So Leah doesn't laugh much any more. Not that there's much to laugh about anyway.
Sometimes she feels like a ghost. Like people are looking right through her. Or worse, that they only see her through their pity. She doesn't want their pity. Oh, Sam left and then Daddy left and look, poor Leah. Poor, poor girl.
She holds all her pain inside. She keeps it in a ball buried deep in her stomach until it turns into the cruel and biting thoughts she can't stop thinking. That she can't stop shouting at everyone. She knows they all wish she'd never changed. She'd know that even if she couldn't hear their thoughts.
She wants to burn it all away. She wants to scrub it all off of her, wants to be able to feel more than pain and misery. But now it's after and her skin is like fire. And she knows that even if she turns the hot water all the way up it'll still feel cold.