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Chapter one: Him
Please, please, forgive me
But I won`t be home again
Maybe someday you`ll look up
And barely conscious you`ll say to no one;
'Isn`t something missing?'
The song sustained to lull my sanity. The hauntingly sad song relaxed me, took all my stress away, and most importantly; prevented my thoughts from travelling to him.
It had been two months since `the incident' happened. I called it `the incident' because it was so momentous, it had fatally scarred my life. I tried very hard not to think about it, but I always failed. I had discovered new obsessions weeks ago. My newly found strategy always helped me when my thoughts trailed to that ghastly night.
I heard a moderate knock on the door to my room. I called back a quite `come in' and they entered the room. I heard Charlie`s feet shuffle against the hardwood floor below his feet. He was obviously trying to come up with a way to talk to me. I sighed and pressed the stop button on top of my loud speaker.
I turned my torso around slightly, enough to see Charlie fidget. "Yes?" I asked him in a calm voice.
"Bella-"
"It`s Isabella." I corrected him with a snarl. I saw him flinch from the corner of my eye, but he composed himself before continuing.
"Isabella, well, I wanted to talk to ya`." He said nervously.
I furrowed my brows. "About what?" I asked. I rotated my body so I was facing him. He was still dressed in his pajamas. He kept on moving his feet different directions nervously.
He ran a hand through his hair. "School is startin` tomorrow and-"
"School?" I interrupted him again. He nodded. I groaned inwardly. In truth, I had forgotten that school was starting tomorrow with all that was going on in my head and now that I was reminded, I was most definitely dreading it.
"Yeah, school is startin` tomorrow, you didn` forget, did ya`?" he asked.
"No." I lied.
"Well, since school starts tomorrow, I wanted to give ya` a gift."
I stared at him with a surprised expression. He smiled timidly at me before gesturing with his hand to follow him. I complied without a complaint. Charlie led me downstairs and outside of our house. And then I saw it, a truck.
It was an elderly, red and corroded truck. I inspected it for awhile and sighed when I took in the dull dents in some places. It wasn`t fancy or anything, but it would do.
"I got it from an old friend in the res, um… you don`t have, to have it if you don`t want to…" Charlie said a bit anxiously. I forced a small smiled towards him.
"It`s fine, dad. It`ll do." I reassured him. He let out a sigh of relief and grinned down at me.
"Thanks, Bell-Isabella." He quickly corrected himself with a tense look painted on his face. I felt a jolt of quilt spread throughout my heart. Charlie deserved the right to call me by my much preferred name. I would regret it later, but now, it was the only thing I could do.
"You know what, dad?" I asked him. He had a panicked look on his face. "No more, Isabella. Call me Bella."
His grin was practically glowing, it radiated the things surrounding us, and it even affected me. I dropped the grin immediately and forced it into a frown. Charlie`s expression quickly changed.
"You don`t-"he began.
"No, its okay. Call me, Bella." I forced a grin and headed inside.
The next day...
1st period- English II- Mr. Detroit
2nd period- Calculus- Mrs. Thomas
3rd period- Geography- Ms. Garth
4th period- World History- Mr. Grace
5th period- Lunch
6th period- Biology- Mr. Banner
7th period- Gym- Coach Clapp and Coach Maxwell
8th period- Study Hall
I bit my lip as I went over my schedule. I glanced down at my wrist watch, noting there were only several minutes before first period. I quickly shoved my schedule in my book bag, taking out my map. I followed the effortless trail to Mr. Detroit`s room. I placed my hand gently down on the door handle and turned the knob. Almost instantly, all the noise that had once exposed the room was now disposed of. I could feel everyone's gaze burning on the side of my face as I strode over to the bald man sitting at his desk in the front of the room.
I told him my name and handed him the slip that red- haired lady at the front of the office had told me to give to every teacher of my every period. He quickly signed my slip and smiled lightly at me before motioning me to a seat beside a curly brunette who practically had her boobs hanging out of her shirt.
I rolled my eyes and groaned silently as I made my way towards her. As I sat down next to her, she gave me a sharp look before roaming her eyes up and down my body. She met my eyes then, un-impressed.
You must be that plain, boring Bella girl everybody seems to be talking about all the time." She said self-satisfied. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, I am exactly her. It`s good to know at least someone appreciates my dullness." I retorted. She smiled smugly at me and nodded.
This was going to be a long day…
I sighed in tiredness as I sauntered towards Biology. So far, my day couldn`t have gotten any worse. I had been assault by skanks harassing me half of the day, making funof me; I was almost on the verge of tears. But I hadn`t allowed myself to cry, knowing if I did, they would be satisfied with their work.
I entered Biology then, and gave the teacher, Mr. Banner, my slip. He signed it hurriedly without as much of a glance my way and directed me over to an empty seat next to him.
My breath caught in my throat. The boy- no man, who was sitting there was him. He looked exactly like him. The same shade of an outlandish bronze. The same perfect features, everything. Except, this man looked more… paler and, bloodcurdling? He gazed up at me with coal black eyes full of hatred. I started feeling lightheaded for the lack of air in my system. I took a deep, cooling breath, before walking amble his way, even though I was not.
I avoided his piercing gaze as I sat down. I settled my books in front of me and hunched my shoulders. I sneaked a peek out of the corner of my eye, only to be met with the same black ones. I blushed immediately and made a curtain with my hair between us.
As Mr. Banner began his lesson, my thoughts wandered off… This guy was utterly familiar… he almost looks like E- no, don`t say his name, Bella, just don`t.
But it was already too late, once his name got stuck in my mind, a single tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly disposed of the tear with the back of my hand and sniffled. I heard the chair beside me move slightly, I looked over to see him staring at me.
He had a confused look on is face mixed with anger and antagonism. He went rigid and he drew in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closing in the process. He was a roman masterpiece. He was beautiful…
He opened his eyes then and glared at me, if looks could kill, would be the right phrase to say right about now. He leaned in closer and my heart rate picked up, was he going to kiss me? Then, his fist palming the edge of the lab table violently, it seemed like he was about to break it, he leaned back and turned his attention to front of the classroom.
I stared at him for awhile longer in bewilderment before turning to my notebook. I began absent-mindedly doodling on the front cover.
Why was he so mean to me? What did I do? Oh, wait, I know the question to that, I always manage to do something, even if it was unconditionally ingenuous. I am a mess… I always ruin a great day…
I felt the tear rise again at the corner of my eyes. I struggled to keep my composure leveled, not wanting to seem fragile.
By the end of class, the guy next to me, who had taken a quite influential hate on me, fled out of the classroom, it was almost inhumanly. I gasped, shocked at the impact, a strong swoosh of air sheltered my nose. I inhaled it, and was intoxicated. The scent was like honey and lilac and a sunset on a summer's day. I shook my head and grabbed my books and headed to my 7th period class.
Gym… Ugh, no!
I positioned my book bag against the living room couch. I staggered to the kitchen and began cooking dinner. Charlie would be home in a few solid hours and I wanted to leave him something to good to eat to probably dismiss any thoughts of school. But I guess I was wrong once he arrived…
"So, how was school today?" Charlie asked as he took another bite out of his lasagna.
"Good." I responded timidly. He raised an eyebrow and stared at me, unconvinced.
"You sure?" he pressed.
"Yes, it was fine." I lied, separating my lasagna with my fork. "So how was day at work?" I asked him.
"It was okay." He said with his mouthful.
"Hmm…" I hummed. "I… uh…I`m going to do my homework." I stood up with my plate and cleared all the remaining food off and into the trashcan. Charlie gave me an unsure look before nodding hesitantly. I walked casually upstairs and all but flew to my room once I was out of Charlie1s watchful eye.
I didn`t have to do my homework because I had already done it before Charlie had arrived from work. So instead, I climbed into my bed and began going through my thoughts. Forks high was okay… it had it's here and there like any other school would, and definitely enough sluts to go around town.
But once my thoughts travelled to biology and him, I didn`t even know his name, yet he was so familiar and looking at his face just made me want to drop to my knees and cry like a five year old does when they don`t get what they want, whining and everything. I felt an overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around his frame and squeeze him to death… that is, if he doesn`t kill me first.
I didn`t know why I was having these kind of thoughts of him possibly tracking me down and killing me, but they way he stared at me, made my stomach turn and the blood within me to turn cold as ever. I shivered and shook my head.
Finally, I had decided, I would confront him, without any interruptions. I felt the boldness seep throughout my body as I premeditated my decision. I stood up off of my bed and looked out my window. It was dark already, the moon illuminating the sky above. I headed back downstairs, to a relaxed Charlie watching the game.
He turned his head slightly enough to look at me. "I`m going out." I said, grabbing my coat from the coat hanger and pulling it on.
"Well, don`t be out late, ya` got school tomorrow." He said worriedly. I nodded once and made my way out.
I instantly relaxed when the shallow wind hit my face. I sighed and began walking towards my destination. Once I was there, I opened the gate slowly and entered. I found the one I was looking for and kneeled down before the beautiful stone.
Edward Anthony Masen
A devoted son and friend
We will always remember you
1991 – 2009
A tear rolled down my cheek as I read the words. I would miss my first best friends, my guardian, and most importantly of all, my first love.
I sobbed loudly and slid to the ground next to the stone, the tears running freely now. I stayed there for two hours and hopped up onto my feet when I saw it was already eleven. I placed a kiss to my palm and pressed it to the stone, with one last glance at it, I left.
Edward Masen…
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