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This chapter is specially dedicated to my uncle who just passed away a few days ago. Thank you for the happy times you brought to all of us. You will always be remembered by all of us.
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Chapter1
Bella's POV
"Hey Ang, you're early!" I said as I dashed out of the house to meet her. She smiled and nodded at me. Together, we made our way to the library in silence. With anyone else, this silence would be awkward. But with Angela, it is a comfortable silence. Unlike any other ordinary girls that spend their time shopping, we preferred to spend it in the library. This was how we usually start off our day when we spend time together.
The Great Library of Else was huge. It has many shelves of books that seemed to go on forever. The librarian is a sweet old lady named Miss Rebly. All these years, she has been taking care of the library. She is as most people said married to her work. From morning till night, she would be seen behind the counter. Angela and I always come here daily to study or just to help her.
In this library, I could read any books I want. My father wasn't there to stop me. He wasn't here to control my reading list. In here, I could do whatever I want. No one would stop me. I placed my things on a table across from Angela and picked up my notepad and a pen and made my way deep inside the library. From the corner of my eye, I saw Angela moved off to the other side of the library. I continued walking down deeper into the library where hardly anyone ever venture too. After a few more turns through the shelves, I stopped and turned around to check for anyone nearby. Luckily, I found no one. I then settled down on the floor and flipped open my notepad. I bypassed the pages which has all my notes and homework and flipped to the center of the notepad. Then I started writing inside. I started writing to the one person who knows more about me then anyone else, even more than what Angela knew. I wrote to the only thing that kept me sane all these time after my mother passed on. I wrote to him, the sea spirit.
Dear Sea Spirit,
It's me again. I'm currently sitting in a quiet corner in a library that hardly anyone comes to. My best friend Angela is probably working on her assignment back at our table. You are probably thinking why I'm not doing this assignment with her right? The truth is, I lied to her. I lied saying I haven't done this assignment. In reality, I have already completed it. I know what you would say. You would tell me to not lie to her and tell her the truth. But in recent days, my father has been more controlling. Ever since he found that sea shell in my room, he has been going berserk over where I have been. He even started making me leave messages for him telling him where I'm going to go to. After that, he would get people to watch me and report my every action to him. They were supposed to do it secretly but I can tell that they are watching me. I mean what is my dad thinking? He got Jeff the butcher to go to the bookstore to watch me! By the way, EVERYONE in town knows that Jeff can't read a single thing! He only knows the basic words needed for him around! I feel like I'm suffocating under his close scrutiny. I can't even do what I normally do. He thinks I don't know, but I know he has been coming into my room in the middle of the night checking in on me. He goes through my laundry to check for any traces of sand and salt water. I don't understand this. Why can't he see that the sea is part of me? Why does he have to keep on trying to separate me from being close to the sea? It just doesn't make any sense. So I'm here in the library writing because I know the librarian Miss Rebly would not tell on me even if she caught me writing and plus the library is so quiet. I could pick out a footstep even before it reaches me. I think I'm safe here.
I think I'm starting to bore you with my incessant ramblings about my dad. Let me tell you about my school. Well I got back my last biology test, and let's say I did quite well. I could tell that my dad was quite pleased with my results. He couldn't stop grinning when he saw my results. At least something went well this week. Next week is the big football game. Mike the Jock has been asking me again to go see the game. Something about me being there would boost his performance in the game which totally made no sense to me. How would he even find me in the sea of people? Plus, he has Jessica to be there watching him and cheering him on. You remember Jessica right? She is the cheerleader, one of the popular kids around. She and Lauren practically dominate the school. This week, they made one girl cry. They spread rumors about how she went for surgery and such. It was awful. I have never been picked on by her. Maybe because she knows that she will be in trouble if my dad hears about it. But I've seen the stuff she does to all the new kids around. It usual is nasty and by the end of it, they are practically so afraid of her that they will kiss the ground she walks of.
My dad has hired a new person to help him with his pirate nabbing addiction. He has only praises for this guy. He said he was young, with lots of stamina, a good attitude and he is fierce when he fights. Oh this reminds me, he is coming over tonight for dinner and I need to cook extra for him. My dad hardly ever praises anyone. I wonder if he has so much time to spend it catching pirates, why can't he spend it at home with me. The only time I see him these days are dinner time and well maybe in the morning if I'm lucky that he was so tired out catching pirates. Sometimes, I get a note that says that he is unable to come home for dinner and to just leave the food there and he will have it when he comes back. The irony is that he spends most of his time at sea while I am banned from even stepping near the sea. I'm tired of being forced to live this life like this. I don't want to be restricted. All I want is to be able to do the things that I want.
My copy of Wuthering Heights fell apart again this week. I got some tape to tape it back together again. I know it will fall apart again sooner or later but I'm still finding a better method to keep it together. And no, I will not get a new copy of Wuthering Heights. You can try and persuade me but its going to all go to waste. I will not get a new copy of Wuthering Heights.
Oh no! I hear footsteps coming. I got to go now. I'll be waiting for your reply. I will try and reply as soon as possible with all the scrutiny I am under, it may be a while till I can get to the letter.
With love,
Bella
With a sigh, I quickly capped my pen and detach the letter from the notepad. I folded the letter and placed it in my pocket. I stood up and scanned the shelves. Picking out the book Macbeth, I made my way back to the table where I saw Angela. Sitting down, I opened the book and started reading it. We went on like this in silence with only the scraping sound of pen on paper and the occasional whispers around. At around three, I picked up my stuff and said a quick good bye to Angela mouthing to her that I need to go get some fresh ingredients from the market for tonight's dinner with my dad and his rising star helper. With a quick wave, I checked out my book and ran off to the market. I picked up some of the daily necessities needed to make a meal out of it and set off home.
The little winding road that led to my house was usually empty. Hardly anyone used this road anymore. My father and I were the only people left staying on top of this little hill overseeing the sea. I stopped midway back to the house and did a quick three hundred and sixty degree turn to check for anyone close by. Without seeing anyone, I quickly deviated to the left into the forest. After staying so many years here, I have long found my own way around this forest. Its thick bushes reduce the chances to be detected. I have first stumbled upon this path when my mother first passed away. At that time, I was feeling so down that I ran into the forest without thinking. After stumbling around for half a day, I manage to discover this path. It leads to the sea and not many people know that. This went in my favor whenever I wanted to deliver a letter to him. I hurriedly made my way through the thick vegetation. I knew I need to be quick. If anyone spotted me, I would be in deep trouble. Even if I get into trouble, it would be fine but I cannot let him get into trouble. Imagine what my dad would think if he found out the sea spirit was real. My dad would probably launch a full fledge mission to kill him. I definitely cannot let that happened.
I walked quickly with fast hurried steps through the winding forest path. Taking extra care not to trip over and fall flat on my face. My dad would get very suspicious if I came home muddy. Soon, I saw a little patch of light ahead in the break of the trees signaling the end of the path. I breathed a sigh of relieve as I rushed ahead forward. Trust myself to be clumsy at this very moment as I tripped a fallen tree branch and fall to the ground. I closed my eyes in fear as I dropped the bag of food and stretched my arms out to brace myself for the impact. I managed to stop my face from hitting the ground but this caused my hands and arms to be badly scratched. I sighed as I got up from my sprawled position to brush the dirt off my clothes. I hissed in pain as my hands came in contact with the material of my clothes. I gave a sigh as I looked at the state of my dressing. I was in a mess. With another sigh, I picked up my bag of food and made my way forward to that huge old tree. I stepped forward closer to it and smiled as I saw that faint cross I have carved so many years ago on it. I quickly kneeled down and dig a hole with my hands, uncovering a box. I pushed open the box and deposited the letter inside. Closing it, I stood up, gathered my things, kicked the soil so that it covers up the box and scattered a few leaves around to minimize suspicion by anyone who passes by. Then I set off in the direction of home…
AN: Would you prefer a human Edward or a vampire Edward? Please leave me a review letting me know. Your replies will determine if Edward is human or vampire in this fic. Thanks.
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