Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah, I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe
I am small and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
Isabella
October 5
Dressed in her usual, black hoodie and skin tight jeans with her over used chucks, she walked slowly down the stairs.
She followed the smell of the cooking eggs into the kitchen, fiddling with her ever present necklace. It was a half of a flame and she constantly wondered where the other half was.
As she entered the kitchen, she slid the necklace under her hoodie and pulled her flowing, black hair to cover her face. She was met by Charlie, her father, and the police chief of the tiny town.
"Morning Bells." He said turning from the stove.
She silently gagged as the smell hit her nose. Wiping her face clear of the disgust she felt, she waved with a false smile.
That was her perfection, the only one thing she could do correctly. Fake a smile, force a laugh. She was the perfect actress.
"Ready for school?" Charlie asked, saving her from the breakdown her merciless thoughts were creating.
She nodded and pulled her empty black backpack into her hands.
Following her father out to his cruiser, she sat in the passenger seat and stared wordlessly out of the window, watching the greens blur with the browns and the rain and grey skies.
Stepping out of the car when they arrived, she made her way to the small, crammed office.
Isabella felt a sudden sense of unease with the close proximity to the other people in the room and grew afraid.
Afraid someone would bump into her and feel the bones in her arm through the worn hoodie.
Afraid someone would become caught to the hoodie and pull up the sleeve, revealing her endless amount of scars.
Just afraid.
Of everything.
Jasper
October 5
With no need for sleep he rose from his perch on the floor and headed for the shower.
Washing off the filth from the day before, he skips past his scars.
Past the reminders of what he used to be.
Past the reminders that his 'family' didn't understand.
Not the mind reader.
Not the future teller.
Not the mother or the father.
Nor the beauty queen or the joker.
The feeling of the mated couples, the mind reader and the fortune teller, the mother and father, the beauty queen and the joker, did nothing to help his feeling of isolation.
If anything they made it worst.
To know that someone somewhere was waiting to be forever mated with a monster, a murderer, made him uneasy and in a sudden burst of anger his hand shot forward, punching the mirror in front of him.
The broken glass tumbling to the floor in front of him shining and sparkling as they caught the light, much like his marble hard skin should if it were to ever catch the rays of rare sunlight.
Donning on the everyday black long sleeve t-shirt and the black jeans with the black worn out boots, he walked at a human pace down the stairs.
He tucked his accustomed chain under his shirt. The half of a flame a constant reminder of what he was here for.
"Hello Jasper."
A chorus of the bell-like voices echoed out to him, the sound reverberating in his skull.
A small forced fake smile and a wave was his only reply.
The sympathetic glances and smiles unnerved him. Grabbing his favorite black bag he grabbed the keys to his black Ducati and his unnecessary black helmet and sped off towards the school, leaving behind the obvious conversation of his chosen isolation.
He walked to the main office ignoring the heavy stares and adolescent emotions to meet with the new student he had to help find his or her way around.
Stepping into the crowded office Jasper stiffened as a sweet, intoxicating scent hit his nostrils.
He held his breath as a girl who looked around 4'9" to his 6'11", with thick shiny hair that fell in loose curls down to the start of her butt stepped to the front desk.
"Hi my name is Isabella Swan and I'm new here."
The soft melodic voice of this girl had him stuck in place, despite the way the words sounded forced, like she was forcing the words out of her throat. This was the apparent girl of my dreams. He thought.
"Yes here is your new schedule and that is Jasper Whitlock, he'll be your guide for your first few days here while you get situated." The secretary said causing the girl to turn.
A breath hitched in his throat and he heard her stop breathing completely and felt the spike in her uneasiness.
A shy wave hidden behind her black hair was the only response he got to the small forced smile and head nod in her direction.
"Jasper this is Isabella." The secretary introduced. "She is in all of your classes on her own effort so showing her around will be easy. Have a good day."
Isabella. Isabella. The name revolved in his head before falling effortlessly from his mouth drowned in his southern accent.
"Isabella."
He received a small head nod in response and motioned towards the door. He held it open for her like a true southern gentleman.
She walked by, putting as much distance between then as possible before pausing just outside the door.
Jasper motioned for her to follow him and he heard her light, dancer-like, footsteps echo on the concrete as he led them behind the building.
She stood against the building and he stood in front of her.
She looked at him intently. Searching his face and eyes. His body posture and body language.
He did the same. His past taught him different languages. Different forms of communication. Deaf people use sign language as well as mute people. The blind use braille. I guess she doesn't like talking. Maybe she signs.
Slowly, he lifted his hands. "Do you know sign language?" he signed slowly.
She fidgeted and pulled the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands, enough to only show her hands as she moved them quickly. "I don't talk."
This surprised Jasper. He would only think that with a voice like hers she would love talking. "That's fine." He signed in return. "I don't like talking either."
The bell rang stopping their silent conversation.
Jasper motioned to her for her schedule.
A small smirk appeared on her face, almost completely hidden behind her hair. "We have the same schedule. Do you really need mine?" she asked, rapidly moving her hands.
"Just being polite." He answered. "We have AP Chem. first with Varner."
She nodded pulling at her sweatshirt sleeves. "Let's go."
A/N: Another chapter is done! Hopefully this version is better and easier to keep up with.
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