Jasper's face lingered in my mind like an unwanted smell. I'd tried to push him out of my head but he only kept returning. I couldn't keep torturing myself. I knew my boundaries and Jasper was not within them. The waves crashed sending thunderous echoes throughout First Beach. I clutched my throat desperately pleading that I could speak. The remembrance of flame's licking my feet, leaving burns as scars. Screams of the two people I needed. The fire danced against the walls, producing smoke that clouded my lungs. The heat scorching my face, the smoke burning my throat. At that Moment I almost felt my voice disappear, like a part of you has evaporated inside. I almost felt it seep through my lips. I had to push for breath; my feet were frozen to the floor. The screams stopped, in the small part of my consciousness of my family knew they were lost. The memory stopped there. I felt a stab of guilt; I've never really forgiven my self. I knew I could have helped them. Now, because of my own selfishness, they're dead. Now, because of me I'm alone. Something is changing though, like a shift on the wind. I knew I was involved. So was Jasper. Something about him though was so alluring. His warm brown eyes seemed to melt when he looked at me. His black hair always emphasizing his beauty. His coal black hair and unnatural pale skin was beyond beautiful in contrast. I shook the thought from my head. I knew what could be and what couldn't, thinking about him like this as was only going to end in despair. I could hardly interact with anyone. Though the accident was months ago, it was in the summer. So even though I couldn't speak I still continued in high school. This took to me as a shock. How I was to communicate was a mystery to me. Jacob seemed to be the only one who knew me enough to understand me let alone my last friend. Every other student who I had considered acquaintances had taken to ignoring me. When ever I pass they suddenly became interested in their fingernails of how their hair looked. Jacob though was a grade below me and attended the school in La Push so there goes my support. The Icy spray of the ocean brought me back down to earth. Glancing at my watch I felt a shiver run down my spine. Although William couldn't care less about me, He just simply couldn't pass up a chance to leave another bruise on my back. He didn't want to take me in, in the first place if it wasn't for Jacobs pleas. If I hated anything it was William. I trotted toward my Chevy, tripping more than once, sending stones tumbling down the small tilt. I raced home, listening to the loud roar of the engine while it lasted, it was the most comforting occurrence I would have in a while.