Since today is a snow day, and school got canceled for the day, and also since I'm in such a good mood-you get two chapters today!
Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable- all of that belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I only own what you can't recognize (plot supplements and OCs).
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Call of the Forest 3 The Pain of Grief and Sorrow (JPOV)
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Seth and I had finally managed to get a drift wood fire going, but Bella and Nix weren't anywhere around.
"Hey Seth, go find Bella and Nix. I'll go get more wood."
"Kay." Seth responded as he jogged down the beach.
I stood up and turned around to see a shadow run deeper into the woods. I shook off the feeling of being watched as I gathered more driftwood for our azure blaze.
When Bella came back with Seth and Nix, we started cooking hotdogs and toasting marshmallows around the blue flames of our campfire.
After about an hour of laughing around the campfire, we heard something rustle in the woods. We all looked toward the sound, to see a flash of gray fur retreat into the forest.
Around the time midnight started rolling around Bella started drifting off, so we waited for the fire to burn out before heading back towards our cars. I swear I saw someone run away from us as soon as we walked into the parking lot, but it must've just been a shadow.
Seth, Bella and I got in Bella's truck, and Nix called his mom. We drove off when Nix said that his mom would pick him up in a few minutes.
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How could I open up to her so easily? The last person I opened up to… Cymi…
I'm a curse. Whomever I bear my soul to always ends up dead, and it's all his fault. If he didn't push me to be what he wants me to be, then I wouldn't have been angry that night, and we wouldn't have crashed, and Cymi wouldn't have…
"NO!" I screamed grasping my head, the pain of losing her seeping into my mind as I collapsed to my knees. It felt like my wounds were torn open again, and salt was being rubbed in the old wounds…a lot of salt. "Cymi…I'm sorry…" I whimpered as tears started running down my face.
I heard a car pull into the parking lot. I looked up, and I didn't see my mom's lavender Honda 96, but my dad's midnight blue Ford pickup.
I started to shake again-how could mom have him pick me up, when she knows what he's doing to me? I thought she understood-I thought she cared about me, but to send him to pick me up? How could she?
The truck's lights caught my slumping form, and I hesitantly gazed up as the door opened.
"Nix?" I heard the deep, rough voice of my father. I heard his footsteps getting closer to me.
Tears were flowing freely from my eyes-tears of sadness, tears of betrayal- tears of rage. My eyes met with my dad's for a split second, and my shaking got worse-much worse.
"Are you cold son? Nix…answer me!"
I started to feel warm, very warm. The burning heat seemed to get hotter by the second, almost as if I was coming down with a fever in a matter of minutes. I slowly stood up, my fists clenched, my body shaking violently.
"Nix, what's wrong? What happened?" My dad asked, fear evident in his voice.
My breathing became heavier, almost as if I was deprived of oxygen for an hour, no a month, and was just released back outside.
"Nix, let's just calm down, we can talk this out…"
"No we can't!" I snapped.
My dad took a step backward, toward his precious truck. "Nix, you shouldn't be shaking like that…"
"So now you're starting to care about me? What about what I want to be? I can't even have a life of my own because you want me to study day in and day out every day, just so I can get into a college you want me to get into…"
"I just want what's best for you…"
"By forcing me to live a life that's not my own? By forcing me to live what your life should've been, what you think you should've done? Because you're guilty because hindsight is 20-20? Have you even stopped to consider that that's not what I want to be, not who I want to become? I don't want to be your redemption, I want to live my life the way I want. I don't care what you think about who I want to be, I don't care how crummy you think my life will be, and I don't care who you think I should become. I'm not you; I can't do what you wanted to do, because that's not right for me…"
"But Nix…"
"Do you remember the car accident I was in last year in Federal Way?"
I was met with silence.
"DO YOU!"
"Yes" he whispered.
"Do you remember how Cymoril died that very same night!"
"Yes"
"Do you know why I crashed!"
He shook his head.
"It was because my head was filled with anger at you for wanting to ship me off to some engineering school next year. Do you want to know why Cymoril was in the car with me?"
His eyes shifted to the sand on the black asphalt of the parking lot.
"Cymoril was there…" My voice choked as more tears came "Cymoril was there because I was venting to her about my problem at home-about you."
He looked up, shock in his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"We were at the park, and we got talking, and I vented. When we realized the time, it was already dark, so I offered to drive her home, but then I remembered that you forged my signature, and sent applications to colleges that you wanted me to go to. I turned to tell her, and I wasn't paying attention… Next thing I know I'm waking up in a hospital bed, with mom hovering above me telling me how sorry she was and then…and then…" My voice choked again as more sobs came.
"Nix I…"
"And then the doctors told me she went into cardiac arrest few minutes before I woke up, and that she died." The last part came out barely a whisper.
"Nix, I'm so sorry-I didn't know how you felt…"
"No, you're not sorry. If you were sorry, then you wouldn't have sent more applications with my forged signature, you would've let me do what I wanted to do-you would've let me greave, instead of tearing me away from my love for my studies! You would've understood why my grades fell to just above a ninety, you would've understood that I loved Cymi!" I started shaking violently again, and the heat came back.
"Nix…"
"Don't you 'Nix' me, you tore my heart to pieces, you made me loose the one I loved most!" I felt the heat engulf my entire body, and a burning pain erupted from my spine. I screamed as my body felt like it was on fire.
"Nix!" Dad yelled.
I could barely hear his yell-the pain was too great. I felt my clothes flush against my body, before it felt like my muscles were falling off my bones.
A sharp pain shot through my head, and I clenched my eyes shut. My legs gave way, but I didn't feel my face hit the ground-all I felt was something hard underneath my hands.
"Hey, welcome to the pack kid."
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