Scars
1. News
"NO!" I gasped.
I couldn't believe what I'd just been told. Not in the soft term, I mean, I really just could not bring myself to reality. I felt numb, empty. Extracted from feelings or life.
This could not be happening.
My Jacob was safe. He had to be. Safe and alive.
Not dead.
"Sweetheart…" my mother tried, taking a few steps towards me. "I'm sure they'll do all they can." But her voice was shaking, untrusting. My mother was bad at lies.
I was swaying on the ground. My head my spinning, and my legs felt as if deprived of muscles and bones. I collapsed, trembling violently, tears suddenly pouring out of my wide open eyes. Gasping for air, I screamed louder and louder.
"NO! NO! JAKE! JAKE! JACOB!!!"
My mother and aunt tried to restrain me as I fell to the ground again and again, unable to stand.
"Nessie, darling, calm down…" I heard Rosalie whisper softly in my ear.
I yelled louder at the sound of my nickname. Jacob had made it up; I could not bear to hear it yet.
I started rocking back and forth, hugging my knees tightly around me. My curls were sticking to my wet face, my mother trying to put them back while calming me down. I felt as though a hand had gone through my chest and was tightly grasping my heart, trying to rip it out of its safe cage. My eye felt dry from staying open, yet my tears were pouring. Every piece of my body ached, burned, pulled. It was like a half of me had been pulled away.
I had to be sure. I had to know whether the man I loved was alive or dead.
I suddenly regained strength. Something in my heart made me feel that he was fine.
Hope.
I stopped my crying and stood up violently. I looked straight ahead of me, towards my bedroom window.
"Where is he?" I asked, my voice cracking,
My aunt and mother looked at each other. A strange expression was on their face. Was it…worry? Fear?
"I don't think…he's not in a state I want you to see him in." Mom whispered.
I blanched, and my stomach gave a lurch. He was hurt. Badly hurt, maybe mortally wounded.
"Where is he?" I repeated, colder.
"Honey…"
"The meadow. Behind the forest, about 20 miles from here." Rosalie said, looking straight at me.
"Rose!" exclaimed my mother, shocked at this revelation. Those two were always trying to piss each other off.
"She has a perfectly good right to know! She loves him!"
I had no time for this.
I jumped out my window and ran towards the place where my heart was.