There he sat and I just stared at him, unable to move, unable to answer the Trig question Jessica was askin me. I just sat there and stared. Suddenly, his eyes met mine. I gasped and turned my head swiftly. I peeked through the screen my hair had made and looked at him. He was turned, talking to the beautiful redheaded girl that had arrived this morning. Through my dim screen, I saw that he was laughing...no was it silent shouting? No it had to be laughing, he was smiling. Again his eyes met mine and I turned around all the way this time. I grabbed my bag and ran to my truck. When I was in the cab safe from the rain and the startling stares of the Cullen boy I exhaled. What was that boy's problem? How did he know I was staring at him? I cleared my head of these thoughts and started up the engines and drove home. When I was parked in the driveway I ran into the house because the rain was just getting started. I hung my jacket on the peg next to door and got out my books. I couldn't concentrate. All I could see were his gorgeous blood red eyes. I decided books could wait and figured Charlie would be frustrated if I didn't have dinner cooking when he came home. I got out the items for fried chicken when the phone rang. I dashed over to the cradle and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I breathed. "Hey Bella! It's Jessica, I don't think I got your answer for that Trig question." I racked my brain trying to remeber the question and then suddenly remebered. "Well...Umm...Jessica I don't know the answer for that precise question but if you don't mind, I have to go cook dinner." Silence. "Oh...Well...Ok then. Bye Bella!" Click. The line was dead. I walked back over to the stove and started the oil and prepared the chicken. When I had the last bits of chicken in the pan, Charlie walked in. "Hi, Dad!" I yelled from the kitchen. I heard his gun belt being hung up and boots walking towards the kitchen. I scooped up the last of the chicken and sat it on the table in front of Charlie. "Wow Bella, it sure does smell good. I don't know how I lived with my cooking." I rolled my eyes and fixed myself a plate. I carried the plate out the backdoor and sat on the porch railings. I ate the meal while listening to the sounds of the forest. I heard mostly bugs, and then I heard crunching like feet stepping on leaves or paper. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw him standing there in the small trail clearing. I gasped and my fork dropped to the floor. Before I could even get off the railing to retrieve the fork he was there picking it up. Staring at me, my fork in his hands. I stared at his red eyes. "Ho-...How did you get over here this fast-t-t?" I stuttered. He ignored me and sat the fork down on the end of the railing in front of me and was gone in a flash. I sat there in aww, just staring at were he had been when I had first spotted him. I grabbed the fork and my plate and walked into the house. Charlie was up washing the dishes and said, "You treat me like I am a little kid, let me do some of the work and you go do the last of that homework. All I could do was nod. I set down my untouched food and grabbed my bag. When I was out of Charlies veiw, I grabbed a small bottle of sleeping meds off the coffee table. I took one of the small pills out and swallowed it. I set the bottle back were I had found it and ran up to my room. I grabbed my bag of toiletries and walked into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, hoping to get the strange taste out of my mouth. I didn't leave. I turned on the shower and waited for the steam to build up in the small room. When it was just right, I stepped in. The water felt so good on my bare skin. It helped sooth the knots in my back and in my head from the day. I washed out the mildewy smell in my hair and stepped out. I dried off slowly and put on my pajamas even slower. I grabbed my bag and walked very slow to my room, more thoughts running thru my head. The shower did not have a good effect anymore. I set down on my bed. Wrapped a quilt around my quivering body and let the medicine take their toll on me.
That dream felt so...real. I was sitting in a field. Snow all around me and a small rabbit came up to me. I moved over to pat the rabbit on the head but I just couldn't get it, even thought it was in my reach. I finally captured the rabbit, but as if my fingers were triggers, it turned into a monster. I screamed and threw it on the ground. The rabbit stared at me with red eyes. His Eyes. I shreiked and tried to get up but it was if the snow was glue. I couldn't move. The rabbit sniffed around me and then without warning bit me on the hand. I screamed in agony. Then...I woke up.
I wiped my clammy forehead with my worn quilt. It was only dream. But...but...His eyes!! How had they become to the rabbit? I rubbed my tense neck and looked out the window. The cruiser was gone so I was alone. It was a blessing because I probably was screaming my head off. I looked at my clock. 7:00 AM. It was just another foggy Forks, Washington day. Sometimes I wished i lived back in Phoniex. I missed the sun on my skin.
Then I realized this was a dream too.
I screamed.