Overhead the loudest of the previous bangs sounded. A startled sob rose in my throat as I thought back to the shining crimson carnage that covered the surface of the rust colored sheets that was the last visual of Charlie's final moments alive.
I only wanted to be kind to him…
My mother tried to pat my head in a soothing manner but tears were running down her flushed cheeks in a similar manner to mine ruining the consoling effect that usually came from just being around her.
He looked so sad when I first met him…
She searchingly grabbed my wrist before forcing me on hands and knees to crawl next to her on the hard, dark linoleum floors.
Tugging, she led me through the dining room to the unsullied, newly modernized kitchen.
Did… I deserve this…?
More ghastly deafening stochasticity of noises sounded off as the hostile violent voice bellowed over head.
My mother, in a panicked distraught manner, swiftly opened one of the cabinets and pushed out the cleaning supplies.
I feel sick…
She turned and gave one last fleeting look before she pushed me into the newly cleaned out space.
"I'll be right back, sweetie you stay there. If you move a muscle, I will know and you will be in the more trouble then you can know." Her voice took on a weak personification of a superficial sternness.
Was this just some pretext to provide some normality in a situation that was solely caused by me?
No not sickness. I'm filled with a boundless amount of guilt.
I clung to her hands but she regarded my own feeble attempt as a nuisance.
She eluded my desperately reaching fingers and pushed my protruding limbs back into the enclosure of the kitchen space.
I took in her pale features, her dark hair hanging in loose ringlets making her doe eyes bigger.
This is a cruel joke…
She shut the door.
I tried to figure when she would be back. Two minutes to get upstairs without stepping on any of the creaking floorboards. If she tried to crouch in a duck walk then it might be four minutes. Three more minutes would be used to call the police and then she would take either a minute or two to get back into the kitchen.
I pushed the button on my wrist watch that caused the light to shine out of it. Eleven minutes. I could still here the bone chilling screaming that was echoing around.
Charlie is still alive.
Two distinctly different foot steps were stepping overhead. One was a light tapping noise while the other was a disorderly patter across the floor.
I felt my heart sped up ten more times possible as the large stomps became quiet rasping scrapes going towards the originally soundless steps.
No, no, no…
They were the sounds of the hunter stalking it's pray.
A shrill pained scream echoed through the house and with that sound I released my own scream.
The scream stopped with a gurgle.
How can I hear everything? It's not possible.
I could hear the footsteps thump down the steps following the sound of my screeches.
I quickly cut them off and desperately attempt to will myself out of existence.
A light turned on and the threads filter through the crack in the door. A shadow blocks my light.
The doors open and I can feel the wetness of blood on my arm and the force of a dragging force puling me back in a death grip, but I have blissfully collapsed.
Vaguely, in far place, I can hear sirens and a terrible pain splitting across my lower back.
"And is that all you have to tell me?" I looked at the women with ankles pristinely crossed and the glasses perched precariously on her nose. I just needed to tell her everything and then I might finally get out of this small town.
"Well there was another dream I had."
"What happened?"
"There is this forest. It's the most beautiful place I have ever been to. Large hardwood pines are everywhere. The ground is covered in thousands of diverse tinted leaves. There are these vibrant versions of oranges, reds, greens, and yellows that converge to create a multihued picturesque scheme. In front of me is a meadow. Tall grasses grow creating the most untamed undomesticated look."
"I wake up in the middle of this place calmly. And then unexpectedly the calm is gone. Two people enter through the foliage together on one side, and "He" enters alone on the other side. I can't see the faces. They are hidden- no not hidden… more like they are contorted and gnarled. Like a Picasso painting."
"I try running away from "him" as soon as he enters and I can see the two people coming closer yelling at me to run, but he grabs me and pulls me back. I feel the same pain as that original moment, and then I wake up in this white place."
"What do you think this means?"
"That I want to run away from this mess, but no matter what I will always feel screwed over by my own stupidity."
"Where did you get that from?" I looked down at my fingers that were twining back and forth.
"Well, I have had this idea that I can't move on. Not in this place anyway." I muttered slightly bashful.
"Yes?"
"I think it's time I moved on. My parents are dead and it is my fault. I need to move on! I can't stay in forks anymore with people looking at me. I know that when they see me they think "Hey there's little Bella. What a poor tragic girl. I'm sick of it! You know I have told you that all my old friends only talk to me in a pitying way. They aren't even friends to me anymore because they are so worried about my feelings that they are scared to talk normally."
"So there's a program in Seattle. It's a performing arts school that would be perfect for me. I need to tell my grandfather about it, but I know he will not let me go. I wanted you to help me convince him though."
"I want to help Bella, but I still think you need these secessions."
"How do these help me if I can't live my own life without someone talking about what happened?" My voice came out choppy and emotional.
"The only alternative I would be happy with is… is if you see the shrink there."
"Why?" I interjected quickly, "No, I'm doing better. My nightmares are less frequent. I'm-" My voice was pinched and petulantly shrill.
"-Not better. When you say you nightmares are less frequent do you mean that you only visit the scene of your parent's death only once a night. Besides that, the dreams are more intense and vivid. You grandfather confessed hearing you scream terribly, horrid dreams."
My bottom lip was pushed into a small pout as I voiced my true fear. "If I go to the shrink right when I arrive, people will know something is up. I will be labeled as a freak."
"Bella that is ridiculous. There are confidentiality agreements."
"It's a boarding school. I will have a roommate. She will notice that I have to disappear. Should I lie?"
"Normally I would say no but you will have to lie anyways to everyone. He is still out there. If you go back there officials will force you to hide. This could mean an entirely new identity. Do you really want to become someone else when you don't understand who you are?"
"I don't want him to control my life anymore. Isn't that what these sessions are for instead of me just complaining about my life and telling you about my interesting dreams? That's what it seems I am doing."
"It was and is a traumatic time and you-"
"Need to work on righting the wrong, seizing the day. Blah, blah, blah." I knew my tone was downright disrespectful but at least I wasn't throwing a vase at the cheesy speech she found oh so awe inspiring.
"You can't even say his name, and when I say it, you go into a meltdown."
"Isn't that kind of below the belt for you, Alfred Alder?" She gave me a hard look.
"Bella maybe you should think before you react. You're verbal backlash is not appreciated and in the end is just you way of crying for help."
"If I agree will you help convince my grandfather?"
"Yes, but Geoffrey will be stubborn about this; and you need to try first to convince him before I take any actions."
"Great." I looked at my watch "Well our times up. Same time next week, right Carla?"
"Have a good day, Bella."
If I had really noticed I would have heard the exasperation in her voice, but I was too elated in my own attempt to escape forks.
I walked out of the office and took off down the street. The only good thing about forks is that it takes about 30 minutes to walk the entire town.
I looked into the diner and felt the rise of glee at knowing what I was about to do.
I began the initiation process of plan "go to Seattle Pacific University to escape the hell hole that was Forks. A.K.A GTSPUTETHHTWF.
I just needed to bring up the fact that though I appreciated his help and I loved him, I was selfish and miserable and couldn't stand another year at the local school.
I walked into the diner giving a casual wave to the bartender/owner of the business, Pam.
I looked for my target and found him in the same green booth that he always sat in.
"Hey grandpa."
"Hi sweetie, how was your talk group and Carla?" Inside my heart sank as it always did when he asked that question every time I came out of therapy. He couldn't even call therapy as it was. This was just another sign that I was just a burden.
I might as well jump in head first, "I talked about this school that I want to go to. In the city." I said putting emphasize on city
He looked up with a startled expression as if it was news that I didn't have the energy or will to stay in this town.
"Did Carla say this was a good idea? Or was this only your idea." His was a firm vacant facade.
"We both thought it was best for me." I said with the most unperturbed expression.
His eyes searchingly sought for the iota of legitimacy I couldn't tell him. Huffing he said, "Can we talk at home? I just want to get through this meal without discussion."
"Sure." I said somberly knowing that I would need to leave the rest to Carla.
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