Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight nor am I making money off this.
Chapter One
As I walk through the crowd downtown, I notice all of the different people surrounding me. Most everybody in the city has gathered to hear Prince Edward "Heir-to-the-Throne" Cullen speak to his subjects about gay rights, and as he speaks, I can't help but tune him out. I am not here to listen to the prince, for a distraction to occupy my churning thoughts.
I am not against the LGBT community or whatever, but my mind is clouded with misery and I really need to distract myself to delay the crying over the loss of my best friend, so I take a walk and happen to find the crowd.
I did not lose my best friend to Death, but instead to another lady. You see, males and females all over the world have been granted a "gift'' of being able to tell if you've found your soulmate; this is called patching. Patching comes from patching in a piece of their heart and therefore completing it, but really this is pretty much just love at first sight. Once the two people lock eyes, whether they be male or female or both, they become entranced and cannot separate from their patch without terrible consequences, and in some cases, death. Not that anyone of them would even want to separate, seeing as they just found the love of their life, but sometimes one of them already has a partner. And sometimes that partner loved the guy, but the guy left anyway. And sometimes the young woman has a hard time coping with that seeing as the love of her life left her for somebody neither of them had ever met before, and sometimes that young woman has tremendous depression and her boyfriend was her only happy place so she goes into the city to mope around in public.
If you haven't figured it out by now, that person is me. I had lost my very best friend and boyfriend due to patching. I had confided everything to him, and even thought that I loved him, but he left me for some nameless teenager who "patched his heart". His name is Jacob Black and he held my heart kindly in his hand for all three years we had been together. Now my heart has just been crushed to smithereens in the hand of my beloved.
So here I am, wandering downtown through a swarm of people who are oblivious to my inner turmoil. I pretend like I am walking aimlessly, but my subconscious knows that I am walking toward the Ohio River. I weave my way through the colorfully painted humans who hold all kinds of flags towards the gate that leads into the palace.
As I walk, I start to feel strange, as if all of my nerves were on the edges of their seats. A rush sweeps through my body, and just as I recognize the rush for what it is, I am knocked down harshly. My knees collapse and my head races to meet the ground. I have to time no do anything but twist my body onto my shoulder at the last second. The poor right side butt breaks my fall….sort of. My behind is definitely going to be bruised from the shove that sent me sprawling down. I raise my head and look up into dark sunglasses that are perched on the nose of a black suited body, brown eyebrows drawn together in worry. I don't recognize the face and scramble back on my hands and feet. The man holds out his hand in a sign of apology, so I grab his hand and he pulls me up toward him. I stumble into his body and he holds me steadily by my forearms until I regain my balance.
He opens his mouth to apologize, but I cut him off with a quick, "Thanks," and walk away. He doesn't follow me. I dust myself off once I am a good distance away and look back to only see grass in between me and congregation. I keep walking toward the river and onto the walking bridge. Thinking about how if I don't get home soon for supper, my mom will kill me, but I may be able to beat her to the punch line.
My body catches up with my mind soon enough and I suddenly feel the pain from the fall as my hands are now raw and my thighs hurt from the chaffing of my jeans against my bare skin. There is also a new hole in the heel of my left shoe. All I can do is sigh and look down across the shimmering water and watch the waves roll softly. I climb the walking bridge and listen to the cars pass by above me, probably going home to their family after a long night's work. Probably kissing their husbands and wives as they enter their homes and crouching to hold their children as a chorus of, "Mommy! Daddy!" floats their way. Probably not thinking of the young woman sitting on the bridge pondering about how violent her thoughts can be.
I stand up on the edge of the bridge to feel the wind flowing through my long, dun hair. The wind hisses in my ear as I turn my head parallel to the strong breeze and pretend that the wind is whispering to me as it caresses my ear, telling me of its thrilling adventures. I stare into the river's depths then close my eyes to see images bouncing across my eyelids. I feel that same foreign feeling rise in me until I can't help but let it consume my every thought.
Jacob pops into my mind and I think about him. I think about my father dying almost ten years ago. I think about growing up without a father or even a friend until middle school. I think about my meaty appearance and how I don't fit expectations. I think about how bothersome and annoying I am. I think about all of the people pretending to be my friends. I think about how I have lost my one, true confidante to the clutches of another woman. Lastly, I think again about how my mom is definitely going to kill me if I don't get home soon.
Then, I don't think at all. I just feel. I feel all of the emotions running through my body as if I were on fire and the only way out is through my crowded brain. I feel my knees bending of their own accord and my body leaning forward. Then I feel somebody behind me tugging on my leg hard enough to propel my body in the direction of the flat ground of the bridge, but I don't open my eyes. I decide that whatever is happening to my body doesn't matter at this point and I will accept it whether it be a criminal trying to rob or kill me, or an angel pushing me towards my death. Either way doesn't matter in the end as I will end up dying at some point anyway, so I opt to face it head on rather than turn away like a coward.
My mind must have been running faster than my body since it seemed as if neither of those things had happened. I lay still long enough to know that I hadn't been killed, but I keep my eyes closed anyway, delaying the inevitable issue of having to pick up all of the pieces of my broken self. A hand smooths my hair down, and that's when I realize that it is not the hard ground that I am laying on. I free my brown eyes of their entrapment and look up down bright, emerald green eyes and odd, bronze hair. The first thought that comes to my mind is, "Angel," for hair as rare as that must come from the purity of an angel. Our locked eyes make the small space between us crackle with electricity, but neither of us pull away from the other's gaze.
A crooked grin forms on the angel's face as music flows from between his lips, "Hardly, though I dare say the same about you." He stands up and brings me with him, though my legs do not seem to work and I lean on him. Instead of just supporting me, he instead swings my fat body into his arms and seems to carry me as easily as if I weigh nothing.
As he rocks me, he walks into the vivacious city and I suddenly see many clones of the man who accidentally knocked me down earlier. My breath accelerates drastically and my exterior cracks under the pressure pushing down on me. I feel my arms detach and my head spills off my neck, my world is spinning like a whirlybird.
I squirm violently and he lets me down, his cautious hands falling away as I quickly dart out of his grip. I sprint straight into the city as the clones and my angel chase me. This persuades me to run faster, the fear of the unknown chasing after me. All of those track practices must have really paid off since I could tell that my pursuers were drifting away rapidly. I finally make it to the subway station and board a train, but as I impatiently wait for the heavy doors to close, I can see the angel sprinting towards my train car. He realizes he was not fast enough and roars as his hands hit the closed, glass window of the car. l slump down in the seat across from his distressed face in the window and put my head between my knees as I try to catch my breath. Looking up at last moment, I see the angel's face crash into a mourning look that tugs at my heart, but it is too late now and the subway train starts to move away from the station. He slumps to his knees on the ground, looking heartbroken and forlorn as he stares after me.
The feeling is not mutual, or so I tell myself, as I am relieved at having escaped the clutches of the carbon copies of the man who tripped me earlier in the day. Something stretches in my heart towards the station I just left, but I dismiss it along with the image of the mysterious angel in my head and instead focus on the present before my mind totally escapes me once again. In retrospect, it was a bad idea for me to walk anywhere near a possibly dangerous place me being in a poor state of mind and all.
I had never been so close to the edge in the past because I had always found comfort in my best friend, Brandie. Either she or Jacob would comfort me and make me feel better. They would tell me that I am alive for a reason and that they would never leave me behind.
Liars. Both of them.
Really, it was just Jacob who left me behind with a meer, "I'll get your sister to pick your stuff up from my place," but it was then that I realized that promises are made to be broken. So now that he has left me behind to pick up the shattered pieces of what used to be us, I figure that since it was so easy for him to do that to me….who's to say that Brandie won't do the same, her being flighty enough as it is.
I hear the recorded, mechanical voice sweep through the speakers saying that that I had reached the last stop. I stand up with tears silently streaming down my face and walk out into the empty streets. My feet lead me around bends and turns and I eventually end up at my house. I slide open the glass door, witholding my thoughts until I reach my bedroom, and slip past my sleeping mother and into the hallway, making sure to tiptoe so as not to wake my younger sister. My door creaks as it slides open and I cringe at the disturbing noise. Stepping over the mountains of clothes that litter my floor, I finally reach the comfort of my bed.
My clock says it's 4:00 in the morning and I smile. The later that I go to sleep, the less meals I will be expected to eat seeing as I will wake at sometime in the afternoon. This makes me genuinely happy since I am trying to lose weight and the less food I eat, the less weight I gain. I cry myself to sleep, as usual, and fall into a deep sleep full of my angel who has yet to be named. I lay in his arms as music flows sweeps softly about the room and bliss shines in his eyes. I take my time to admire his sharp jaw and dark, brown eyebrows that make his light eyes pop and enhances his pale skin and hair. I can't help but wonder why I am dreaming about this bright, unknown man.
I am revising this story so that once I proofread everything, I will get back into the swing of writing it to pass the time. Sorry for all of the updates that will be emailed to you, but this is really for the best. I can't believe that my writing was this horrible and that people stuck around anyway. W O W.
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