Hey :) Sanora here. I hope you'll enjoy this new chapter. I always try to give you guys some hints where this story is going, but at the same time I don't want to give it away :D So feel free to share any speculations you might have about the plot of this story, I'm curious about your ideas.
Here we go…
I was crushed.
There are no other words to describe the state my mother left me in, when she went back down the stairs, after she had made a hundred percent sure that I was fine. At least physically.
I was alone now.
I put on some body lotion and got dressed in my favorite PJ's, black fluffy gym shorts and a t-shirt that was about twice my size.
I looked around the room, trying to find something that could distract me. I could at least give it a try, though I didn't really feel like reading.
My gaze stopped at the bookcase and I had to smile for a brief moment.
Jacob seemed to like books and he had quiet a good taste.
I saw a few of my favorite books, some classic ones and a lot of fantasy books. Also some thrillers I had heard of. All in all very good choices.
I grabbed a book and lay down on my bed. His bed…
I didn't do any of this, because I wanted to, I just didn't know what else to do.
I thought the routine would ease the stirring of emotions that were running through me.
Jacob was dead.
I was here, staying in his room, lying in his bed, reading his book and he was…dead.
I didn't even want to think about how I would tell Billy.
I shook my head. I had to stop myself from freaking out!
I opened the book and started reading.
"My steps slowly took me upstairs until I reached the door of the last room I wanted to be in. I felt a chill running down my spine. This smell, his own personal perfume, still lingered in the air."
I scrunched my nose, something tickled my smell sensors. It smelled like pine and like…could that be oil? Dirty motor oil?
Suddenly realization hit me. That was Jacob's smell! It crowded the room and covered everything that surrounded me. And it had been very intensive when he had been here with me.
This can't be happening! I threw the book against the wall, got up and picked out another one.
But I didn't even open that one. Where was the point anyways? As hard as I tried, nothing could take my mind of what just happened.
I started to feel tears building in my eyes and I rubbed them angrily away with the back of my hand.
It was one of my most important rules to never ever cry because of one of THEM. It would just carry me right down into a deep depression. And try to explain to any doctor why you're feeling bad, when your worried mother sends you there.
Yeah, been there, done that.
I grabbed the blanket, turned off the lights and cuddled deep into the bed.
At least the sheets didn't smell like Jacob. Billy must have changed them before our arrival. Or somebody else did it for him.
That thought just made me even sadder. Who would help Billy now with his son being…gone?
Ugh, Cassie! Get your act together! I scolded myself for another 5 minutes until I felt a bit calmer.
I drew in a deep breath, trying to feel comfortable and relaxed.
A floorboard creaked.
I froze.
My eyes snapped open.
I saw a shadow move from the corner of my room over to the bed and I felt some weight pushing down right next to my feet.
"Cassie?"
I caught my breath. He was here. But how… He could make the bed move? I've never met any of THEM that could move things. Besides the things they had on them. Or maybe even make some…wind, like a gush of air. But there was no way I would feel any of them sitting down on my bed. Believe me, a lot of THEM had been sitting at my bed over the past years, but I never had felt it.
"Jacob?", I whispered.
He chuckled. "Yeah." he breathed.
I heard him shift. I felt him shift.
I turned around so I could look at him. He sniffed the air and looked at me with a sad expression.
"Salty….you cried." He didn't say it as a question; it was more like a fact.
I dropped my head and looked out the window. I could see the trees swaying in the wind.
"I'm sorry." He just threw his apology in the room.
I looked back at him with a confused expression and cocked my head to the side.
"What could you be sorry for?", I asked. "You didn't do anything."
He actually looked like he was in pain. "Well, I didn't want to make you cry."
I chuckled. He was just so adorable. And his looks. Too bad… No, not going there again!
"You didn't make me cry, Jacob."
"Jake. Call me Jake, please."
"Uh, Jake. It's not your fault. Actually your…death is what made me cry." I smiled sheepishly at him, suddenly nervous again.
His head snapped up looked me right in the eye with a serious expression I never thought he would be capable of wearing. "I'm not dead."
My breath caught in my chest. "What?", I breathed out.
He shook his head. "Cassie, I'm not really dead." He looked around as if he was searching for a way to explain. "I… What you see is my…soul, my human half." He threw his hands up in the air und stood up.
He stepped away from me and held his head. "I can't explain this to you, you've to go and talk to Sam about it."
"Sam?" I asked him, I was starting to panic again. What was he talking about?
He smiled softly at me. "Yes, Sam Uley. Go to him tomorrow, tell him I send you."
"Wait…what? He can see you?" Now I was just beyond confused. Was Sam someone like me?
He sighed. "No, it's way more complicated than that. Just go and see him. He can explain, what-", he was cut off by a wolf howling outside. Right outside in front of my window!
"I have to go." And with those words he left. I jumped out of bed and ran over to the window.
He just went out of my, or his, room, closed the door behind him and a few moments later he came out of the house and walked over our lawn right to the tree line, where he met a beautiful silver wolf.
I gasped.
That was the same wolf from before! The one my mother almost ran over! They both turned back to me, Jake with a shy smile on his face, the wolf slightly bowing his head.
Jake disappeared into the woods closely followed be the wolf.
And I was left behind. At least that was what it felt like.