Cold, misty rain. Those three words are what snapped me out of my trance. At first, I feel grateful for those words because now I could think. And then they hit me. All the emotions I had bottled up and thrown away somehow came pouring down on me. My body was shaking and I waited for the tears but none came. This shocked me. Shocked. Yet another emotion for me to feel. I took a deep breath and looked around at my surroundings.
After scoping out the area, I found a flight attendant who showed me where to buy a ticket. I held my breath, sure that something bad would happen. But surprising, nothing did. I bought a first class to Volterra, Italy. When did I decide to go there? I questioned myself. But a memory from earlier today answered my question.
"I want to go to Italy!" I almost yelled.
"No!" My mom and dad both yelled. Their eyes were shocked, stern, and... scared.
" Why not?" I asked, careful. It to raise my voice.
" You know the Volturri are there. What would happen if they found you?" My mom said almost immediately. Even yelling at me her voice rang out smooth and velvety.
" I know. I'm planning to go to the Volturri." I said this almost as a whisper. I know they would hear every single word clearly.
" If you just said what I think you said, then you are out of your mind, young lady!" My dad was furious. His eyes were turning quickly from their light gold to a dark black.
" Carlisle went. To find himself." I quietly. My voice was shaking but I knew I had to do this.
" She is right Edward. Going to Volterra helped me. It reminded me why I choose the lifestyle I did. " Carlisle appeared into our living room and defended me. I looked at my parents to make sure they hurt.
Dad stood staring at Carlisle. I was positive he was reading his thoughts. I stood in silence, my mom's eyes never left mine. It felt like two hours went by. But a few moments later my dad tuned and looked at me.
" Go. " He said. I didn't need to be told twice. I grab my already packed bag and hoped into BMW convertible and drove to Seattle.
I snapped back into real time when a voice came on over the scratchy intercoms calling everyone for flight 27A to head to Gate 5. I double checked my ticket and headed with the rest of the tired-looking people to Gate 5. I had a lot to think about on the 20 hour ride to Italy...