Far Away
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I'm far away
from the truth
from my dreams
from the horrible reality
I'll have to last
have to be
Far away
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I stared at the limp body on the icy tops of a small hill in devastation as I recalled my mother's death that had, just minutes ago, taken place directly in front of me. I was mortified; my eyes were lost and lifeless as I sat with only a corpse as company, rocking in a bundle on the snow covered ground. I needed something; someone to help me . . . and I had to get them fast. But as my mind screamed for me to go, run, get help as fast as I could, my body stays still, and my eyes stay fixated on the scene that would forever be imprinted into my mind.
I wanted to stay by my mother and die like her, but I knew the murder wouldn't come back to the scene of the crime. Why would he; he has already done what he came for, killing my only connection that kept me from falling over the edge, into the deep pits of despair and loneliness. I knew it was my fault that my mother was now dead. I just didn't know what a motive would be other than driving me completely and totally insane.
As these thoughts processed in my mind for far past an hour, I finally thought of leaving my mother's body. I knew I needed help, though I still saw no point with my mom already being dead; no one could help a dead person back to life. But I needed someone, because I was, I am simply too weak. So I wondered around, blood covering my school's high school uniform.
Tonight, this dreadful night, it had started snow; as if the thick layer already covering the ground wasn't enough, I thought. I thought of the adventure to the town ahead of me- for we lived on the far outskirts of town for a reason I had never know- and I knew the journey would, without doubt, be long. I touched my cheeks several times to see the tears that should fall for my mother's death, the closest person to me on the planet, but they didn't come. I had long ago told myself not to cry, not to worry her about my troubles… and I hadn't ever since. But now she was no where to disappoint, and at that exact moment I found it was proof; I couldn't be human, I didn't even cry when my own flesh in blood was murdered before my eyes!
I trudged on, debating with myself. I looked around for nothing in particular as I headed nearer and nearer to the town limits; there was less than half a mile to go now. But then I froze when I saw it; a red spot in the ground. I ran to it; it could be a murder weapon used on my mother, it could lead to the murderer!
I dug on my hands and knee's, quickly I shoveled piles of snow away, being careful. Then I felt something ice cold that was soft and smooth. It couldn't be a knife, I thought, and brushed a bit of snow off the surface of what I felt. Then I gasped, horror struck, my independent mask falling at the sight before me. I had uncovered a human head!
The face of a girl that looked to be about five years of age stared back at me with glassy blue eyes. Her hair was blonde and curly, but covered in crimson blood. Still, the girl was beautiful; the only thing out of place was that there was a shard of glass in the back of her head. I tried to scream in my horror-stricken state, but it came out as a whispery squeal, as I backed away from her. She looked like a fallen angel, an angel that was seemingly dead.
And then I became more shocked as her eyes began to shut slowly and she gasped a bit, for air I guessed, her eyes still glassy and lifeless. She looked at me sadly, pleading me to do something to help her. So I thought of all I could think of. I started digging her body out of the snow. I made the dig as fast as I could, and I heard a whispery soft giggle. I turned towards the girls face.
"It's no use; I'm not going to die anyway, so don't waste your time." She said in a whispery voice that was weak, but still strong, in a way. What did she mean by 'I'm not going to die'? I shook my head to clear it of thoughts as I finally dug enough of her body out of the snow to pull her into my arms. She was light, frail, and colder than an ice-cube, I realized at once that she was in danger of death.
I began through the snow after making sure the jacket I placed on her was tight enough to keep her warm. As I went on and one, I wondered, why had I ever liked the snow? It had almost killed a girl and frozen me to death as I walked the remainder of the way into town, the girl's weight getting heavier with every step I took. And as my train of though only focused on the hospital for this young girl, my vision blurred. Everything suddenly became darker then the night's sky. Everything became black.
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I knew where I was before opening my eyes. The odor of a hospital room pierced through my nostrils as the sun made the dark that came when closing your eyes a whole lot brighter. I stifled a grown and sat up slowly. To my surprise I seemed to be shivering, though I felt, as I sat up, blankets fall from me. I opened my eyes to see a completely white room with a nurse in it, staring at me in shock.
"Doctor!" She called out, quite loudly, I might add. "She's up, doctor! Isabella's finally awake, she's up!" She began to look quite depressed as an important-looking, business like man entered the room.
"What?!" The man asked, surprised as he looked at me. He frowned at me. "I thought we'd be able to ship this one off to the morgue for sure," He grumbled.
"Isabella Swan, you have barley survived this. Poor you. Now get out of my hospital, I know you can't pay my bill with your low-life mother with her low-interest rates as a stupid pre-school teacher." The man said in no more than a growl, hatred in his eyes. Slowly I recognized him as the doctor who had briefly dated my mom before she dumped him for being to shallow to me. I stood in shock as he looked at me impatiently. Finally he grabbed my wrist and opened a back door, throwing me on the cold snow. I stared at him in shock. He slammed the door.
I had obviously blacked out and by my shivering, half-froze to death, and this guy kicks me out of the hospital on to the street after biting my head off about my mom?! My… dead mom.
Memories of last night came flooding back in my head at an alarming rate. I heard the back door open again and looked up sadly at the doctor. "And take this carry on!" He threw something on my lap and then slammed the door back shut. I blinked and looked down slowly. It was the girl… from in the snow, with the glassy blue eyes and the blonde hair. I looked at the back of her head and saw the glass was gone and stitches replaced it.
"Sorry…" She mumbled in a quiet voice, quickly rolling off of me onto the ice cold ground. I stared at her for a moment. What was I supposed to say? Sorry for getting you kicked out of the hospital, who are you? I'm sure that would be the start of a great conversation.
"Um… who are you?" She said, in a whispery voice, the same as her giggle and her words last night, I realized. I looked at her, my face softening visibly.
"Bella… Bella Swan."
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