Damaged

Jacob... My Jacob...

No, I’m not Isabella Swan.

I’m Jasmine, Jasmine Rose Spinalis.

Anyways, Jacob is mine...and always was - in a way.

We had known each other in our childhood, but our parents lost touch when my mother moved my brother, Mark, and I to the “wonderful” and everlasting sunny state of California.

And let me tell you, I missed La Push like a child misses their favorite stuffed animal.

I wanted the rain, I wanted the clouds, and I wanted the beaches, minus the sweltering sun.

We said our last goodbyes a week after my twelfth birthday - promising to stay in touch, both of us knowing we wouldn’t, we couldn’t.

But then, a month before my nineteenth birthday, Mark got a letter from Billy.

Billy sent us a letter describing the pit Jacob was in, how empty he seemed, how much of a shell he had become.

He said he thought of me, and he knew that I could bring happiness back to Jacob.

I jumped at the thought of seeing my best friend again, so we packed up, took some savings to stay for a while, and hit the road in Mark’s truck.

I reread the letter multiple times, and one line kept echoing in my head.

“I should warn you and Jazz - he’s damaged, and there might not be much we can do.”

I was hellbent and determined to see Jacob smile again, no matter how damaged he was...