The House
We spent the hour drive from the airport to Forks in silence.
"Where should we go first?" Jake asked, breaking the silence as we entered Forks.
"Home." I muttered almost missing what I had said. The fuzzy memory hit me almost instantaneously, a pale color scheme, a white couch, and a wall made of glass that could become covered in metal. Once again I wondered at my less than perfect memory, I debated on whether I should bring the fact up but the I knew what Jake would say, I remembered the recent past at least.
"Jake. You keep telling me how vampires have perfect memories." I said wondering how best to broach the subject.
"Yes. Why?" Jake had asked in return.
"My memory is not perfect though. I barely remember the house, or the Cullens, I remember my parents and Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper but no one else. I can't even remember the fight. I know I looked back while we were running, but I don't remember anything else. I feel… like my memories are fading… That's not normal."
"Don't worry abut it Nessie." Jake had crooned to soothe me. "It's probably just because you're half human and half vampire. You may have vampire speed and sight… but you have a human memory. Edward once said, 'Your memory is like a sieve' to a human Bella. Humans forget things, so do you apparently."
"You're probably right Jake." I sighed and caved. I didn't want to start a fight, but I disagreed. This forgetfulness, this fading, felt wrong, unnatural.
I heard the tires change from the highway to a dirt/gravel road, and awoke from my reverie. I thought Jake knew that I wanted to see Charlie and Renée before beginning my quest for survivors. Then I remembered the word I had whispered, see I can remember recent events. I didn't think I was ready to visit the house I spent the first 4 months of my 7 year life in.
"Jake, when I said home, I meant Charlie's house; not Carlisle's house." I meekly say to him.
"Oh." He said as he stopped the car and turned to look at me, confusion in his eyes. He was probably wondering when I had started calling Charlie's house, I had only visited there twice, home. "I didn't know that you wanted to see Charlie. When you said home I assumed that you had changed your mind and wanted to try to find Bella and Edward."
"I thought we should explain to at least Charlie before… ya'know, looking for mom. Keep going though. I'm curious now." I reply feeling like an idiot.
"OK." Jake replies and he begins driving the same as before, except this time our hands were intertwined with each others. We drive up the long drive and suddenly we enter a meadow, we can see the house and…
"Oh. My. God." I almost scream, the sentence sounding like three different sentences in my shock. I can't feel myself exiting the car and moving forward but I can tell that Jake is following me out of concern. The perfectly manicured lawn, the well taken care of house.
"It's all exactly the same." I mumble, wondering if I'm simply remembering the way the house looked because of the way it's blurring.
"Ssssshhhh. I know. It's okay." Jake soothed me. Wiping away the… tears? I was crying? "Look at it like this." Jake said still soothing me. "If the house is in such great condition then somebody had to have survived to take care of this place."
At least I was not staring at a memory. I think that would have hurt me worst than seeing the house exactly the same. I start walking towards the house, unaware of my actions. I open the door and I fall onto my knees.
I could tell just by the front room that the whole house was exactly the same, I half expected mom or dad or one of my aunts or uncles to glide down the stairs or prance through the door. At the thought of my vampire relatives the memories come shooting at me.
A crowd of vampires surrounding three people. An argument, and once the argument ends, declarations of who will fight and who is unsure.
I crawl towards the white couch on my knees and let my face fall onto the cushions. My tears wetting the couch.
I was in a dark safe space. I could hear a voice. I loved that voice. I loved, adored the woman who was carrying me. I was… hurting that person? NO!!! I must never do that again.
Suddenly I was lifted onto somebody's lap and I felt a hand rubbing my back. I cuddled closer to the person crying on their shoulder, automatically assuming that it was Jake.
"Oh Jake! Its just so the SAME!! How can it be? 7 years have gone by and it's EXACTLY the same!!" I stifle my tears and I realize that two things have happened: At the start of my outburst the hand stopped comforting me, this person was not soft like my Jake but granite like my vampire family had been. I look into the face and flee the room I run to the closest safe haven I know of, my old room in the mismatched cottage that my mom compared to a fairytale. I hear Jake's voice shouting at the familiar face but I was too distraught to pay any attention. I was in the cottage, dust was covering everywhere. This fairytale house could cause miracles, coming close to it and I had already found a survivor.
"How? I must find out how… and what happened… but I need to calm down first." That decided I ran to my parent's room and dissolved into tears on their bed.
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