I could not handle this. Not now. Not here. Not today. This would not happen. I stared in disbelief as Jacob's fists clenched into tight balls, the skin around his knuckles stretched so tight white colour drenched large portions of his hands. Tiny ripples surged through his hands and continued up his wrists. His eyes were full of deep anger, an anger I didn't think he had in him, an anger that was not agony, of which I had seen so many times before. No, this was beyond any anger I had seen in him before. This was rage: hatred in its purest form. There was a stillness about him, a cautious reading: a small diintegrating part of his mind that looked for a solution. A deadness. My Jacob was dead, burned alive by this new monster. Full of wrath and anger, full of the stillness that engufed his mind, that blurred his sense of reason, that was going to lead to his desturction.
In my daze, I felt myself being passed from Edward to another. The familiar form wrapped itself around my waist, and a third granite arm clutched my shoulders. I supposed the extra support was to keep me upright, although a single vampire could easily support my weight by themself. Alice was murmuring sentences swiftly into my ear, calming sensations that had no effect on the horific state I was currently in. I slinked into her arms, and felt all three arms around me tense. I tilted my head and looked out of my far vision to see the skewered vision of Esme. That could have been on account of the tears that streamed my face like streamers in the wind. The silence was somehow deafening. The echoing of thick air shrieking in my head. Thoughts whirled around at a zillion miles an hour. There were so many I couldn't tell myself not to exaggerate, it was far to beyond any thought compatible to my silenced mind. I couldn't even tell myself to stand upright.
A loud crack sounded through the still night air. "No!" I cried out. Rivets of shivers shook my body and I felt my knees fold in on themselves as I collapsed in agony. The thundering raged for what semed like an eternity. The air whirled in my head, magnifying the roar that screeched through the cold night. I saw a spark, a single image in my head. I was somehow, subconsciously, aware that this was not an image infront of me, but couldn't help but to focus on the image. A pitch black room with a simple girl shifting her gentle body as she slept. She awakens in distress and a magnificent boy rushes from the dark shadows to comfort her in her dark hour. His hair goldish in the moons dim light. Wiping away the tears on her cheeks he mumbles comforting words to soothe her. Then, faster than it had come, the image was shaken out of me and I heard rumbling through the trees. It was no use trying to view or interpret anything, it was nearing midnight and the moon was not visible through the thick canopy of trees. Besides the fact that I was hugged very closely to Alice's chest, and, if by some miracle I would be able to break free of her embrace, Esme still had a hold of me, although in a way that was more motherly and comforting than Alice, who held me to minimise the effect the damage behind me would have. the emotional shock it would cause and how it would strain my raging mind.
I let the dark encase my swirling head and encompass my dreary mind. My eyelids flutered shut.
I awoke in my room. I rolled over; a sleepy notion that seemed difficult with the lack of movement to my muscles. The rocking chair in the corner of my tiny bedroom rocked back and forth in swift motions. I blinked my eyes several times: great, I'm sleep deprived, and now I'm seeing things, I thought sulkily to myself. Alice? My heart skipped into a frenzy. Where was Edward? I was missing a large portion of this story. She looked confused. I could only imagine the tangled look of confusion and skepticism on my own face. Well, if I couldn't take logical steps in my own mind, I was going to find out why Alice was Edward. "Alice?" My voice creaked in confusion. She stood, and guided across my wooden floor swiftly to sit on the edge of my bed. I imagined myself trying to mimic her movements if I had been in the same situation, and doubted I could ever achieve such gracefullness. Unlike myself, her words came out of her swiftly moving lips, and her elegantly formed words held the faint recognition of a mllion tiny bells. It made my skin tingle, in a good way. "Were you expecting someone else?"
"Umm...well..." my speech was slurred as I tried to form an answer. She just continued to stare intently at me, something she rarely did. "Edward." I finally spat out with confidence. "I was expecting Edward." She turned away. I was definately missing some piece of the puzzle. Actually, to be more specific, I felt like I was missing the boarder, each piece was double sided, and there were 10,000 pieces stacked around me. I felt like I could go swimming in puzzle pieces, when I was looking for only a few. I needed answers. Where was Edward? Why was Alice here? Why didn't I know why any of this was happening? And what exactly was happening? " You don't remember anything?" Alice was staring intently at me again, the look of confusion on her face swiped away by one of . . . I couldn't put my finger on it . . .pain? She probably saw the deeper forms of confusion forming on my face and decided to elaborate. "You don't remember anything about last night." It wasn't a question this time. The hope spread on her small face gave me the feeling that I could remember if I tried.
I closed my eyes: it may not have been worth a whole lot, but it was all I had going for me at that moment. Images rushed through my head. Vivid, as I had replayed them over and over in my dreams. Or maybe I had not been dreaming at all, but had been in a subconscious state that simply replayed my torment. That replayed my fear, anger, hurt and agony. That intensified my thoughts now.
I opened my eyes. Alice's intent face stared at me. Her small features all wrinkled with the small grimace she had, towards me, presumably. I was about to question it, when my eyes were drawn to the window. I felt the colour drain from my face. I felt the tears begin to slide down my cheeks, as the vidid images rolled onto eachother in my head. Soon they streaked my face, and my eyes were blinking them back. Why did I release my anger in the form of tears? It was so frustrating. Alice held me close to her, and I was reminded of last night, when she performed the same comforting notion. This brought on more images, and I clutched her close to me. Now I had the whole story played in my mind. It rolled like a repetitive movie. My tears and sobs ran in sync with it. And always my heart stopped at the same moment.
Jacob forced his body through the dark night, all his muscles tensed for the impact. A loud crack sounded through the still night air. "No!" I cried through the shifting night. I crumpled to my knees, unable to suport my own body weight. He crashed with more force than I thought he had, into Edward.