She was running, for hours and hours like her life depended on it. Her legs were hurting, her breath was heavy but she just couldn't stop. That's what she did when the pain felt unbearable, she run. It was still dark when she went out of the house and frankly she didn't think she had slept more than three hours. But coming back to Forks and seeing Bella didn't help her sleep. She kept having thoughts and nightmares crossing each other and waking her up.
Running in the forest wasn't as easy as running in a park; she kept tripping on giant's roots and branches. But she finally reached a point where the trees started getting fewer and lighter. Further she discovered that she was standing on the pick of a small hill, besides a river. The river wasn't too large but the water was fast and the current strong enough to give someone a bad time.
Exhausted she fell on her knees and stared at the movement of the water. As always in those terrible moments of pain, death felt like the best idea. She imaged herself letting go, falling in the water, heating a rock and letting the river take her life away. She felt the tears coming and she didn't stop them. Nobody could see her here.
-Mommy, she said, I am so tired, the pain is too much. I don't know if I can do this. I don't know anything anymore. This place it's…
She was sobbing and she couldn't continue. She brought her legs to her chest and start bouncing back and forth. Her cries where getting louder and louder.
-…I want this to stop…please…, she said still crying
When her head hurt bad enough, she decided to go back home before Charlie could notice her absence. She didn't anticipate how bad her headache was and standing up too quickly made things worst. She was dizzy and started to totter. Unfortunately she was too close to the pick and for a second she thought her death wish was going to become true. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact to hit her. The only impact she felt was a force pulling on her back and she felt like she was flying for a moment. When she opened her eyes she was standing on solid ground and somebody was standing there with her. The force in her back became lighter and then disappeared. She blinked to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. She tried to get her thoughts clear and get a hold of what just passed. In front of her was standing a tall boy, brown hair with big eyes staring at her as if she was a bomb ready to explode at any moment.
-who are you? Lea asked
-The real question is who are you and what are doing trying to kill yourself? He said
- I wasn't trying to kill myself, she objected and she suddenly felt really upset that the stranger might have seen her cry like a little baby, and what are YOU doing saving lives against their will?
-I thought you were not trying to kill yourself
-I wasn't but I could have and…and what you did was an invasion of privacy
The boy opened his eyes bigger and then started laughing.
-I don't know how you grew up but my parents taught me than when you see people in danger of death you don't just mind your own business.
Lea stared at him trying to find an intelligent response.
-well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
That was lame.
-I am not sure how to take it, said the stranger, but anyways you are welcome.
He turned around and started walking away leaving a furious Lea behind. She stood a moment watching him disappear in the forest and then started chasing him.
Wait…she said
She got no response. Half an hour later he was still nowhere to be found. She concluded she had lost him and decided to go home. It was later after the anger against him and the shock of her almost dying vanished that it hit her. He was a vampire. The hand that pulled her back to land was so cold that she could feel it through her shirt, and his skin was ivory, his face and body flawless not mentioning the golden-honey eyes. He was a vampire and she didn't even notice. Not until she was at Charlie's taking her clothes off for a shower. At least now she knew why she was naturally angry at him. Forks were more infected than she thought. And it meant more work for her. She sighed and skipped the hot water to open the cold water; she could not afford to be soft anymore. War is coming.