XxXCarlaXxX

Found Poem: Please.
I wonder what you do behind hard bars. I know the “you” the judge will never see. The family says one day I’ll visit you, but I’m afraid my tears will make you sad. Inside myself, I hear such scary sounds. Someone is gasping softly in my skin.

I think of our last hug. I didn’t know I wouldn’t see you for many years to come. Mom says I have to let myself be mad that you were selfish and abandoned us, but what I feel is cold and dark, a pit I’ve fallen into where there’s not much air.

I tell myself one day I’ll find you at the door. You and mommy will marry again, and everyone will be happy as can be. Even if I know it isn’t true, I hope and pray each night. Hoping that some how you’ll be back again, just waiting.

Maybe I’ll write you soon and try to cheer you up. I hope you have some friends, and food tastes good there, and hope the guards allow you walks outside. I hope it isn’t as horrible for you like I’ve seen it on TV. Is anyone even nice there? I guess we’ll wait and see.

I wish you’d come back. Sometimes I wish you were here to hold me, like you did when I was a baby. Mommy cries at night and acts like I don’t know. If only you were back again, things might be as usual as it can.

Oh daddy how I miss you. You might never know how I turned out. It feels like my heart is empty and I search for ways not to blame you even though I want to. Maybe I’ll come see you soon.
-Your Daughter

Story of Quil Ateara and Claire Young.
((Tell me how you like it))

Sitting in the passenger seat of my father's car heading to the Airport; I never thought this day would come. I was for sure that I was going to live in New York the rest of my life. The city grew on me I loved the lights and the atmosphere, and here I was heading back to the one place I thought I'd never see again, La Push. It's been 10 years since I set foot on Quileute turf. It was my home land, so I should go back to it every once in a while, shouldn't I?

It really all started with my Parents…obviously! My Mum Gillian and Dad Michael had been trying to have a child for years. They had gone through all the different types of tests and treatments. It had put a huge strain on their marriage. When I finally came it was a miracle for them. Then at the Age of two, something happened! Michael wasn't impressed, whereas Gillian understood. You wouldn't call what happened normal. You hear things like this in myths and legends. What's this you might ask, well the word is imprinting. Imprinting is, well the term that I was told was that it's like love at first sight, but stronger, much stronger. It's like the ONE, your absolute soul mate, your one and only. Life has no meaning with out them. And, that person in Question was, Quil Ateara.

Like I said Michael wasn't happy about it. In his eyes it was just wrong a 16 year old 'werewolf' teenage boy imprinting on a 2 year old girl. He made it sound so dirty. Gillian understood she was glad that I had someone there to help me through my life. My Aunt Emily and my Uncle Sam tried to explain to my Father what imprinting meant, but he couldn't see eye to eye. In the end, well when I turned 6, my parents ended up divorcing…. It was hard for a 6 year old to understand how two people she looked up too, just ended up completely hating each other. Michael ended up going to work for his company in New York and Gillian decided to live in La Push close to my Aunt Emily and my Uncle Sam. It made her feel safe and gave her the stability she needed living near her sister and the pack. The pack consisted of 10 members Sam (the alpha), Quil, Jacob, Embry, Jared, Paul, Seth, Collin, Brady and Leah.

Quil was everything to me, my brother and my best friend. I had lots of great times with him. He was always there for me. He came to all my birthday parties, school plays, sport's day, anything that included me, he was there. I always thought there was something about him and his friends. Somehow they always stayed the same, never getting old. I didn't mention my thoughts to anyone, they would just change the subject and forget I'd ever said anything, they always treated me like a child, and it was irritating. When I turned 14 I was told that the werewolves in the Quileute myths were true and how the spirit warriors protected the land from the cold ones. I took it all in my stride. Until one night I was sleeping over at my Aunty Emily's. It must have been 3am when I awoke, I heard mumbles of people talking downstairs, and so I ended up crawling out of bed to head downstairs to get a glass of water, that's when I heard them, talking.

"How am I going to tell her?" I heard Quil panic.

"Not until she's ready" Uncle Sam explained "Imprinting isn't an easy subject to explain to a 14 year old."

Imprinting what the hell is that I kept wondering and what's this got to do with Quil?

"But, she needs to know. I can't keep anymore secrets from her, it's not right." Quil yelled.

I was starting to panic, was there something wrong with me? Some sort of disease? I hate secrets! Damn them!

"How can I tell her that we are soul mates and HOW the hell I'm I going to tell her I imprinted on her when she was 2 years old!!"