Lost

Help? I yelled, the sound echoed through the woods and down to the edge of the hill. 'Help!'No one answered. Why had I come here, this was the wrong place to have come. It was dark in the winter, as it was now. I had imagined it, beautiful, as it was, with the green dusty light tinkling thought the trees, the occasional bird in harmonising song. I hoped it would bring me some peace of mind fore this image although beautiful was not one I could connect with him. Or so I thought.

It was so dark. It reminded me of the night he left. Those days of loss and despair. The sheer abandonment. I was being stupid. He was only gone for the weekend. He would be back late tonight; I might even discover him, sneaking through my window when Charlie was asleep.

But all this speculation was helping me none. I was lost. And I didn't know if I was alone.

Then unexpectedly I caught a glimpse of silver grey fur. Stumbling towards the flash of colour, I saw another, slightly further ahead. I continued to follow these strange signs. Until I saw a slight lightening in the distance. I quickened my pace, looking for the next sign. But that mysterious saviour was gone.

The next thing I heard was a screeching of tyres, and the opening of a door. The silence of the footsteps alerted me to the fact that my visitor wasn't human and I saw the silhouette coming towards me, black against the green light.

The spiky disarray, so meticulously arranged, alerted me to the identity of my visitor. But this wasn't my mysterious helper.

'Alice?'

'Bella´ she sounded angry.

Uh. Oh.

She gave me a look that said quite plainly 'you idiot'

'Why are you here, he'll be back by twilight'

I sighed in relief.

'Get back to the house, Charlie's coming home´

I ran back, pulling out the steamy tomato wraps out of the oven. Hopefully the inner cop in Charlie could stand up to the spice.

Alice watched me go, checking for my future I suspected, making sure I would wander. She needn't have worried; I had no intentions of repeating that experience. Particularly now, as I knew Edward would be back soon.

But who was my curious savoir? Busying myself with the tomatoes, I didn't hear the car pull up or the clink of the gun being hung up.

'Heya Bells' I jumped about a foot in the air. It had been a weird day.

My Dads rough yet quiet voice echoed in my head as though he had shouted it, this was getting ridiculous.

'Smells good Bell'

I quickly extricated the wrap sauce from the microwave, before it exploded. Plonked it all down on the table and preceded to gulp down the steamy meal.

Alice was probably outside, just keeping an eye on me and this would have been seriously annoying if I wasn't so preoccupied with my worries. Victoria was the not being the least of them, but the thought of impending doom in the form of black shrouded figures with red eyes, who seemed apparently invincible was terrifying, no matter what Edward said about 30th birthdays, was not taking the top spot either.

His talks of fighting Victoria, and protecting me, were designed to comfort, but instead I was terrified for the centre of my world. I was insignificant in the scheme of things, but Edward, was a different matter. In my universe. And the norm.

I heard the clatter of Charlie's knife and fork and saw his mouth open. I looked up in alarm. What was wrong?

Stupid. Stupid.

He was finished. A fiery haired beauty wasn't making her way through the door.