Remind me of who I am
Ch2
"Please," I beg Alice. "Do not make a big deal of my birthday."
She grins impishly at me from the kitchen table where all her party planner stuff is stacked high and easy for her to reach.
I know she won't listen- she never does, and she started planning this months ago, so I don't know why I continue to bother.
It would probably be less painful for me if I just ignored all the signs until it smacks me in the face- like walls, or doors, or even poor random bystanders to my horribly bad coordination.
Edward is off hunting again with Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper, and Carlisle is still working at the hospital.
Alice is my only entertainment tonight, as Esme is locked upstairs pouring over her new design idea she had been struck with.
I swear, she's almost as bad as Ana-…
What? Who?
I push around my cooling macaroni, for some reason, with a longing pulling at my chest.
"What's wrong, Bella?" The pixie asks, setting down some decoration or another.
"I don't know." I admit with a frown.
"He'll be back soon." She says with a coy smile.
I tilt my head in confusion. "Who?"
"Edward, silly," she giggles.
"Oh."
Her smile drops from her face slightly and busies herself with more preparations.
Something just doesn't feel right...
...
There is chaos everywhere- small fires burning in bushes, blood soaking the ground, and the clang of metal as kids fight with swords, spears, daggers, javelins- against each other and monsters.
I cannot move in this dream as kids die and the forest burns.
The scene changes and I'm standing in a narrow, dark, stony hall- maybe someplace under ground.
It's uncomfortably warm with a reddish orange light at the end.
Two teens crouch beside the wall close together.
"Stay safe Seaweed-brain," the blond haired girl says, and pulls him by the shirt into a kiss.
She turns and puts on a hat, disappearing while the boy just sits there, stunned.
The scene, again, shifts, but it's to a sunnier place, and normal looking.
A blue-eyed boy with blond hair, who is thin and sickly-looking, walks up the sidewalk to a nice looking house. His hands twist nervously together before knocking on the door.
The girl from the last scene, the one with blond wavy hair and the cap that turned her invisible, opens the door.
She immediately tries to shut it, but the boy stops it from closing with a foot.
"Annabeth, please," he begs. "I just want to talk."
The girl opens the door and steps out onto the porch, not because she wants to, but because she couldn't force the door shut.
She shifts nervously, her hand constantly going to her hip, searching for something, to a leathers cord necklace around her neck.
"Run away with me," the boy blurts desperately to her, trying to take her shoulders but she sidesteps him. "Please, it could be just like it used to be."
The girl's face looks anguished as she looks at the ragged boy.
"No, Luke."
"Please, if I don't leave, He's going to use the other way." He begs.
"Then come back," Annabeth says.
Luke shakes his head.
"I can't."
Annabeth looks down. "And I can't go with you."
"Annabeth- Annabeth, please- you have to run away with me!"
The girl goes back into the house.
"I don't trust you," she says evenly and shuts the door.
The older boy has tears running from his eyes as he turns away and walks down the drive, cursing in some odd language.
I sit up fast in bed and look around my room.
Edward is nowhere to be seen and the window is firmly shut.
I run my hand through my soaked hair, making a mental note to wash the sheets and pillowcase next time I'm doing laundry, and stand from my bed to take a shower.
The hot water running over me feels good, and I tilt my head up into it as my thoughts run wild.
Annabeth, Luke- who are they?
Who are all those kids that were fighting?
I shake my thoughts off as I carefully maneuver out of the shower with my casted leg wrapped in plastic.
I'm getting it off soon- tomorrow actually.
My dreams are probably just coming from something I've watched before. They're not important.
I'll go see Jacob, I decide. I have no plans today and I haven't seen him in a while.
It takes me twenty minutes to get to the reservation and another five before my thundering truck finally pulls up in front of the old house.
Jacob is already combing out the door with a huge smile by the time I turn the engine off.
"Hey!" He greets excitedly. "What are you doing here?"
I shrug. "Just thought I would hang out if you wanted me."
"Of course." He says. "So what do you want to do?"
"Well, what were you going to do before I got here?"
"Just work on the car."
"Ah, yes." I grin. "I trust that you got the parts you were promised?"
He returns my smile fully. "Yup."
"Good, then let's see it."
"You want to see my car?" He asks surprised.
"Well, I want to see what all the hype is about and I've got nothing better to do."
He grins and starts guiding me down a little path on the edge of the woods.
"So what's been going on with you?" He asks in real interest.
"Well, I had a major freak out and fell out a window?" I offer and he laughs a loud soothing laugh.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure everyone heard of that."
"Well," I hesitate, "I've been having really weird dreams lately and they kind of freak me out."
"Not enough to fall out a window though, right?" He jokes but I can see real concern in his kind eyes.
"No." I smile wryly.
"What are they about?" He asks as we come to a small floppy garage type thing.
It looks kind of flimsy, but it offers good protection from the drizzling rain.
I look around the garage area a bit before answering- I feel safe telling him about it.
"There are a bunch of kids fighting each other, like some kind of war, with swords and there are all these monsters too. It keeps going back to this throne type room with really big chairs, and there's this boy there, and I know that he's going to die, but I don't want him to... I don't know- it's just weird." I sigh.
He chuckles. "Maybe you were reincarnated and are remembering a past life." He suggests.
I chuckle uneasily. "Maybe," I agree and turn my attention to the half built car. "So this is the bat mobile. I hate to break I to you, but I think Joker will get away."
He barks a laugh. "Yeah, well, it's not done."
I hum walking around it, inspecting the missing parts, and looking like I actually know a thing about cars.
I hum like in confirmation. "Yup, I know what the problem is."
"What's that?" He asks amused.
"Half its parts are missing. Maybe it will be with the other half of your brain."
His mouth drops open in shock as I smile coyly at him and then he starts cracking up.
I smile as well.
It was a good idea to come here, I decide.
I've been feeling so restricted lately. Maybe I'll feel freer when this stupid cast comes off tomorrow.
A/N: Alright, here you go. Please review.
~Silver~