Okay, You see that I have put my other stories up for adoption. This story is the one and only one I will have for a while until I have my computer fixed or I get a new one. But that might be after Christmas, so don't count on it this early. I will try to update this every week. I have this written down in a notebook and while I am in class, I end up writing a page or two after I finish what ever the teacher gives us. (I am advanced in many classes and it takes me five minutes to do work that takes my Best friend a half hour to do, and if you know me and her, then you would know.) I still have a lot of writing to do so I will write what I have in my notebook (Only 3 and a half pages long) and I will finish later on in the week. Thank You 3
Preface
The dark, round moon shone from behind the thick, heavy clouds as they slowly blew by, indicating that the night was fresh.
In the living room, where Charlie lay sleeping on the recliner, the old grandfather clock tolled, the panging sound echoing through my head as it released ten gongs, telling me it was a bit late.
It was exactly forty degrees out; I didn't need a thermometer or anything to tell me. I knew. The chilled wind blew in my face, and through my hair, causing it to flare out behind me as I sat on the porch steps, watching the darkness for anything that didn't belong.
The constant ringing in my ears was not from the torturous clicking of the clock, but from the minds of my neighbors. You see, I have taken to hearing the monstrous thoughts of humans and immortal beings as soon as the time of my birth passed on my eighteenth birthday. At eleven-twenty four on September thirteenth my life changed dramatically forever.
The voices carrying annoyance of bed time around my head, making me want to pull my hair out to make it stop.
Charlie was dreaming about fishing (like always) but this time with a bit of a twist. He dreamt of sitting in a boat with Renee, holding her to his side with his right arm around her small shoulders while his left held the new-looking fishing pole. They both looked happy, smiling like two people that just won the lottery.
I tried to ignore the dream, since it hurt me to know that I would never see my mother again, never mind seeing her smile like that. I shook my head, the image of Charlie and Renee disappearing from my thoughts.
The wind whistled around me, and I knew I should be inside, so I got up. I was about to reach the front door, until a horrendous howl sounded through the air from the dark woods, alarming me that it was time to do my rounds, and to report back.
I reached for the door knob but my Blackberry rang from my front right pocket of the snug, black skinny jeans that I had on. The song of My Immortal by Evanescence sounded off, telling me that Edward was calling for the tenth time that night. But I didn't answer it.
And I never would.