Disclaimer: Same as Chapter 1 Part 1.
I Do Not Own Twilight. Wish I did though.
I walked into the room my hands folded together in front of me. The Dean smiled and stood, I approached his desk wearily and as he stuck out his hand a wave of nausea came over me. I gulped down my nervousness and grabbed his hand; I grasped it firmly and shook it. When our hands parted he spoke,
"Miss Grimond, we at King's School for the Arts would like to congratulate you on your audition and interview; they both went excellent as you no doubt know." He smiled kindly and I nodded. The Dean motioned for me to sit. My dad still stood near the door, I doubted he would sit down, he never had when had visited before.
"Well, Dean Whitaker I am still a little edgy about all of this but…" I stopped and grinned, he seemed to have gotten my point as he said,
"You would like to know the results of your audition I presume?" He lowered himself back into his chair and leaned back a little to relax. I paused and then realized that his cologne was making me even more nauseas, I glanced over at dad and waved him over to stand behind me. As he put his hands on my shoulders I gave him a picture of what I was feeling. He sighed then said in a cool voice,
"Dean, sir, I am sorry to rush but my wife is at home sick and I'm not sure how long I should leave her for. Do you mind to hurry this up at all?" The Dean shook his head then replied,
"No. No not at all. I wouldn't want to leave my wife alone in her illness either. Well, then let's get straight to the point." He smiled and sat up in his chair. Another wave of nausea overcame me as his words spilled out,
"We at King's would like to welcome you to out program Miss Grimond." My world began to fade and I gripped the sides of the wooden chair with all my might. I wasn't sure if my nerves were getting to me or what but, there was something definitely wrong. I felt splinters in my small fingers as the arms of the chair began to crush from my grip. My dad seeing this and the strain on my poor hands to keep grip pulled me quickly out of the chair and to the floor. He stretched me out and I began to fade further into the darkness that was my unconscious mind. I took a grip on his hand and then began to pour images into my dad's mind of the person I needed at that moment. The only other person that – other than my dad of course- I believed could take care of me.
My Jacob.
My dad grimaced as I completely passed out. My thoughts continued then flowed into scenes even I could never imagine. Me kissing Jacob. His hands on my body in the heat of a winter night, his warmth the only blanket I could need, our wedding and my dress, him phasing to protect me from unknown nemeses, my gratefulness. I wasn't sure when my dad pulled away but the images still filled my brain even afterward.
In that moment I knew what was wrong. My separation from him had become too much to handle, it sounded idiotic but, we had never been so far apart for so long. My heart wasn't able t take it anymore, my body was giving in too. I had no choice but to surrender, because who was I to say that things wouldn't be better when I awoke.
Sorry its so short, I am actually working on the WHOLE 2nd and 3rd chapters right now. I promise to update…if I get 3 reviews…come on guys just 3…for me?