Last night, Evelina couldn't sleep. No matter how hard she tried, sleep just couldnt over come her. Her eyes constantly fluttering open and closed and her she just couldnt get her mind to stop thinking.
She layed there comfortably in Bella's old bed, staring up at the white ceiling as if it held some of her answer; It didn't. Nothing did. She knew the answers to all her questions, she may not like them but she knew them. Maybe it would have been better if she didn't, if she was kept in the dark with everything. Would she feel safer? Would she be safer? She'll never know. No matter what happens in her life now, she's always going to be in danger, she's always going to have that risk of dying. Evelina isn't afraid of death, in the last year and abit, she's faced it more than enough times, but no-one is truely, ever ready to die. Sometimes, death my seem like the better option and again sometimes, some people may truely believe that it is, but isn't it just another way of running from our problems? Whether it be, commiting suicide or murder, it's their problems that drive them to it. It's their problems that force them to feel like their's no other way, like it's either that or to bare the continuous torcher of the negative energy surrounding them.
Evelina continued to toss and turn all night as thoughts and memories taunted her, reminding her every second that she wasn't safe...That she'll never be safe,

"You have to talk to me, Eve. You have to help me understand." Charlie said to an unresponsive Evelina. She sat cross legged on the sofa absent mindedly playing around with a stray string hanging loosly from her gloved and staring blankly ahead of her at the wall. She refused to answer any of Charlie's questions, she couldnt let him get involved. He was perched on the coffee table directly infront of Evelina line of sigh, but yet she still managed to act as if he wasnt there and talking to her.
He let out a frustarted sigh. "I can't help you, if i dont know what i'm helping you with."
Evelina couldn't let it go on any longer. She moved her gaze away from the wall and onto Charlie. He looked tired with his skin pale and dark bag surrounded his eyes. He just wanted to help her and she understood that more than he thinks she does, but by helping her would only get him killed and she couldnt let that happen...She wouldnt let that happen.
"I dont need help, Charlie. I just got into a little bit of trouble, you know how i am, I've always attracted trouble." She said to the tired man softly. What she told him was believable, she really did attract trouble. That was something her and Bella had always seemed to share. Something they had always joked about.
Evelina studied Charlies face for a few moments as he pondered of what she'd said. They both sat their in silence for a few moments until just by looking at his face could she see the truth in his eyes. He didn't belive her. She could understand that, turning up covered in blood probley gave her away, but she was hoping that he would have dropped it.
"You know what, get up." He said pushing himself off of the coffee table, standing infront of her. She looked up at him blankly.
"What?" She asked, confused.
"Get up."
"Why?" She asked again, not moving from her seat.
"We're going out." He stated, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at her.
"Where?"
"To see Bell-" "No!" She exclaimed, cutting Charlie off. Charlie seemed taken aback by her sudden burst and actually took a step backwards. When Evelina noticed she was instantly flooded with guilt. She hadnt meant to snap at Charlie, she didnt mean to. Quickly Charlie recovered frowning down at her.
"Tough." He said before reaching down and pulling her up until she was standing. Once she was on her feet, Charlie quickly wrapped his arms extremely gently around her waist and threw her softly over his shoulder, before marching out the front door. He didn't want to be doing this, but if he couldnt get anything out of her then he had to try Bella. He was worried. Well actually, he was beyond worried. She looked so broken to him. Her skin was deathly pale, and she had purple, blue bruises littering the surface of her face, her bottom lip was busted and had a large gash just above her left eyebrow. He knew that she had many more injuries other than the noticable one on her face but with the baggy clothing that she was wearing it was extremely hard to notice them. Although he had noticed though out the morning that she walked with a lip and always seemed to be clutching at the right side of waist. He wanted so badly to asked about them, but when ever he thought about what could be hidden there he felt sick to his stomach.
Evelina let out a small whimper as Charlies shoulder rubbed against her side. She heard Charlie mutter out a quiet 'Sorry', as he opened up the passenger door.
He careful kept ahold on Evelina and pulled the door wide open. Once the door was opened he crouched down and pulled her slowly back over his shoulder, placing her gently on seat. Once she was seated she didn't move. Not once, just stared ahead of her out the windscreen watching the tree's sway side to side in the low winds. Charlie exhaled deeply before standing and going around to the other side.
Evelina thought about getting back out the car once he was seated but she could already feel the guilt that she would feel creeping in, so she stayed put.
"I'm sorry." Charlie mumbled as he started the engine.