"I would die for you." "I would die for you." The same sentence, said at the same time, but with two completely different voices. One unmistakeably mine, and another; unfamiliar and husky, belonging to a man. "I would do anything for you, Bea. You're my life. I can't live without you," the man said. I turned around from the wall I had been looking at and saw a gorgeous man, around the age of twenty-five. He had tan skin with piercing dark brown eyes, so dark that they were almost black. His hair was dark and cropped short, and he stood unusually tall, almost seven feet. I felt dwarfed beside him. I guessed that he was Native American.
I looked him in the eye and found myself unable to look away. I wanted to, but at the same time, I really didn't. His eyes held such intensity. "Then don't," I spoke. "Don't live without me. I don't care what everybody else says. We're supposed to be together!" "I'm too dangerous, Beatrix. I could hurt you. It's better this way, I promise. I only want what's best for you. If that means that I have to stay away from you, then that's what I'll do. This is the last time you'll see me." I felt my chest tighten as he said those last words. "No," I denied. "You can't. You... you just can't!" I cried. "I love you!" This revelation stunned him, but only for a few seconds. "I love you, too. Goodbye, Beatrix." His voice cracked and he turned his back, walking into the woods. I crumpled to the ground, sobbing. This man had a powerful effect on me. I then saw flashes of the next weeks to come. I cried in my room, tried calling him, I even went to where the man lived. I looked dead. Okay, a bit of an exaggeration. I looked miserable. Then, I woke up. There was one question going through my head; who was this man and why did I dream about him?
"I hate this," I grumbled, glaring out of the window. "Cheer up, BooBoo Bear," Mom said. "Think of it as a new start! Maybe you'll be popular at this school, like your sister." I sighed internally. Always "like my sister." I basically lived in Pheobe's shadow. "You should start dressing a bit more like Pheobe." "You should go to the game with Pheobe and her friends." "Hey, Beatrix, you look great- Oh, look at your sister! Never mind." Story. Of. My. Life. She's also the reason we're moving to a town with a population of like, ten, called Forks, Washington. It rains twenty-four seven.
We didn't even have to move! Pheobe came home from school one day and was like, "Oh, I read about this little cute town in Washington today! Let's move there, hahaha!" Two months later and viola! we're on an extremely long drive to a town named after freaking dinnerware. Of course, I haven't let my family know exactly how I feel about this move. They know I'm not very happy about this, but not to what extent. It's not even that I'm leaving a bunch of friends behind. Trust me, I'm not. It's that what friends I'd managed to aquire over the course of my sixteen years of life, I had to leave. I'm not a very social person, so I'm going to have a hard time getting new friends and Pheobe will be no help what so ever. Me making friends is like trying to find a corner in a circle- pretty much impossible. Don't I sound like a lovely person?
It's not that I don't want to make friends. I do, I really do. It's just that I'm extremely shy and I don't have very much in common with other humans my age. I'm interested in things like poetry, music, and the death of past presidents as opposed to which celebrity wore what to which award show and how much alcohol I can consume in one night at a house party hosted by the populars. To put it in simpler terms (Pheobe's terms), I'm a freak of nature. Well, to each his own.
After a while, we arrived in the utensil town, and surprisingly, it was not raining. It wasn't exactly sunny, but there wasn't rain falling from the sky. The website I had visited didn't lie; it wasn't a very big town. There weren't very many stores and the grocery store wasn't even a chain one. It was a locally owned one that was half the size of Walmart; not even a "Super Walmart."
We reached our "new" house. It looked as if it were at least fifty years old, if not more. The white paint was chipped and peeling, two of the windows were broken, and garage door looked as if it needed some serious repairing, if not even replacing. My mother said this place had character. This is a dump. Yeah, Mom, it's "darling." My father told us where our rooms were, so I grabbed my backpack and headed in the general direction of my bedroom. I got the attic which was located in the back of the house. Even that window was broken. An upside was that the room was spacious and the window faced the woods. All of my furniture was pushed toward the middle so I could position everything to where I wanted it. There were around twelve boxes with "Emily" written in my usual scrawl.
I went to one of the four that contained my books and took them away from the pile of my other belongings. As the attic had been previously converted into a bedroom, there was a bookshelf that was bult into the wall on each side of my window. At the window, there was a window seat, perfect for reading. I gained some respect for the previous owners of this house upon these discoveries. I dragged the boxes in front of my window seat and started putting away my books in alphabetical order.
That took a little over an hour, but all of my books had been put away and I still had some space left to put some of my little knick-knacks. Just as I was about to rip open the next box, full of the clothes that I'm supposed to put in my closet, Mom called for me to come down down to the kitchen. "Beatrix! Come down here to meet some neighbors!" I dropped down the ladder, climbed down them, then went down the stairs and into the kitchen. In the door that leads to the side yard, a man with a mustache and a pale, brunette girl stood in the doorway.
"Beatrix," Mom said with an over zealous smile, "this is the police chief, Charlie Swan, and his daughter, Bella Swan. Bella w to the school you'll be going to. They kindly brought over this lasgana for us." "Um, hi," I said quietly. Then, Pheobe pranced into the room. "Oh! Are these some of our neighbors? Hello, I'm Pheobe Mora. It's nice to meet you." Mr. Swan and Bella were slightly taken aback by Pheobe's friendliness, but soon recovered. "Uh, hey," Bella mumbled. Pheobe was displeased by her not being as social as she, so she said the usual plesantries and went back to whatever she had been doing previously.
"Bella, Beatrix, why don't you two go into the living room while Charlie and I talk for a little while?" I nodded and lead Bella to the living room. When we sat down, I took a chance to get a good a look at her. She was quite pretty. She had long, chesnut hair, pale, porcelain skin, and brown eyes. I noticed that she was clutching Wuthering Heights, a novel I had yet to read but I had been pining after for quite some time. She noticed me eyeballing her book and she said, "Yeah, I know, I'm weird for walking around with an old book." I shook my head, causing some hair to fall in my face. "No, no. I'm actually kind of amazed that somebody around my age here appreciates great literature. I've yet to read Wuthering Heights, but I've been wanting to." We then launched into a lengthy conversation about some of the classics, such as Pride and Prejudice, and poetry by some famous writers like Emily Dickinson and Edgar Alan Poe. We were so into our conversation that we didn't hear Mr. Swan tell Bella that it was time to leave. He finally had to yell, "Bella!" It frightened both Bella and I and we ended up bumping heads.
"Ow," I mumbled, holding my forehead. They were heading to the door, but Bella told her father she would be there in a minute and she turned to me. "Hey, a friend of mine invited me to a bonfire down on the beach in La Push tonight. You should come with me so I won't be lonely, Jake's bound to ditch me." "I don't know... I wouldn't want to intrude..." I looked over at the hallway behind her to see Pheobe and Mom gesturing for me to say yes. "I mean, um, yeah, sure. I'd love to go. I could try making some friends. See you there." She nodded and left. Pheobe squealed. "Oh my God, Bea! La Push is the Indian reservation! That means hot Native American guys! I've got to get you ready! Okay, so, your outfits going to be cute but casual, and it will show some skin but it won't be too slutty-" "Stop right there. No skin. I'm just wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and some Converse. I'm not changing clothing. Just what I'm wearing right now." She scowled. "You never let me have any fun. At least some makeup?" "No." I turned on my heel and walked up to my room to do some more organizing. Maybe Untensil Town won't be so bad.
"Beatrix, Bella's here!" "Okay! Be down in a minute!" I tied my left Converse and quickly went downstairs. I was a bit excited. I don't really go out and do stuff with people, so I was also extremely nervous. To the point of being on the verge of throwing up. "Love you, Mom. I'll check in, bye." I rushed out of the door, pulling on my jacket. Even though it was summer, it was still a bit chilly. Hazards of living in Washington. "Dude, cool truck." She grinned at me and we hopped in, then started heading in the direction of the reservation. The ride seemed relatively short, and wewere soon at a beach with a glowing coming from some cliffs above. Bella followed my gaze. "That's where it is. Let's go."
We walked up the cliff and approached a rather large group of people, mostly consisting of large, Native American men. Bella immediately left my side,leaving me alone. I sighed and sat down on a log, pulling out my favorite book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling. Just as I got to my favorite chapter, The Battle of Hogwarts, I felt a feminine hand poke my shoulder. "The food's ready. If you don't get any now, the boys will eat it all." I closed my book, but when I looked up, the lady was already gone. I went to go get a plate of chips and a soda (I'm a vegetarian), and when I got back, somebody was in my seat, right next to my book. "Excuse me," I said quietly. The man turned around and we made eye contact.
His eyes sucked me in. They were a brilliant dark brown. I tore my eyes from his and saw his face. He was the man from my dream. We stared at each other for a moment, then I spoke. "Um... C-Can you pl-please hand me m-my b-boo-book. It's r-right beside you," I said. "Why don't you sit down next to me?" he offered. Not trusting my voice, I nodded and sat down next to him. He saw my plate and his eyes narrowed. "You need to eat more than that," he told me. "I'm f-fine," I stuttered. "I'm a v-vegetarian, so I can't eat anything else h-here. I'll have an a-apple when I get h-home." I silently scolded myself for stuttering- a nervous habit of mine.
I scooted some of my chips around my purple paper plate, hyperaware of his eyes fixed on me. I ate a few chips and he seemed to relax a little. "I'm Paul," he informed me. "I'm Beatrix," I whispered, but even over the chatter of everybody else, he seemed to hear me. "Beatrix," he repeated softly. "How old are you, Beatrix?" "S-Sixteen." "Just a baby..." he muttered to himself. "I'm almost nineteen," he told me. Wow. I thought that he would be at least twenty-five! "Why are you all alone? You don't look like you belong to the rez." "I c-came here with B-Bella Sw-Swan," his nostrils flared when I said 'Bella,' "but she left me alone for some guy over th-there." I pointed to where Bella and some muscular guy were talking. "I haven't seen you around. You new here?" He questioned me further.
I nodded. "My family and I moved here today. Bella's my neighbor and she invited me here when she and her dad welcomed my family here. We get on really well. We both have a keen interest in literature and appreciate the classics," I rambled on. "She's going to lend me Wuthering Heights, a novel I've yet to get my hands on. You couldn't find them very often back in Tennessee and if-" I stopped myself when I noticed that I was babbling. My face turned pink and I smiled nervously then looked down. He chuckled. "You're so cute!" he exclaimed, causing everybody to look over at us. I felt my face turn an even darker shade of pink, if possible.
A guy that looked similar to Paul said, "Oh, nuh-uh! Paul! He's done it!" This made me furrow my eyebrows. What had he done? I turned to Paul. "What did you do?" I asked. He surprised me by putting his arm around me and pulling me into his chest, but his warm temperature surprised me even more. He was burning up! "Don't worry about it, Bea. Jared's just being annoying," he murmured. "Shut up, Jared, and go run back to your little Kimmy!" After that, we weren't bothered again and we were able to learn a lot about one another. A man in a wheelchair named Billy told some of the Quileute legends, which were fascinating. My favorite was the one about the Third Wife who sacrificed herself to save her husband. I can relate to that because I would definitely do anything for those I love, even if it meant dying. There were more stories, but I fell asleep straight after the story of the Third Wife.
Later, I woke up to a warm hand poking my cheek. "Bea, wake up," a masculine voice said gently. "I need to get you home, it's close to midnight." I opened my eyes and rubbed them. I looked around to gather my surroundings, then remebered that I was at the bonfire. "Where's Bella?" I croaked. "Jake and her went to her house an hour or two ago. I'm going to take you home." I nodded and grabbed my book. Suddenly, I remembered something. "Crud! I was supposed to check in with my mom! I'll just text and told I fell asleep. Yeah, she'll understand. Ugh, I'm such a bad daughter..." I trailed off. I texted Mom saying, "Sorry I haven't checked in, fell asleep. On my way home." I looked up to see Paul waiting for me to advance towards his truck. This night had turned out great!