Chapter 3.2
Freedom
I had disappeared from my tree in the forest. I had disappeared from the reservation. Most importantly, I had disappeared from Jacob. I had sprinted after my brain had started again and realized what was going on and what would ultimately happen in the end. Jacob chased after me, keeping close behind for a while. He had changed in the process and I was being followed by his wolf form; which was now faster and able to keep a stronger pace.
Despite this, I pushed forward.
He gave up after what seemed like an eternity of silence and fear. As he watched me run away from them, from him, I frowned. Though I couldn't see the set of his human lips, I felt as though he were frowning. His shoulders were hunched downwards, his fur blowing in the wind, though that was the only thing that moved. I was glad I couldn't see his eyes. To see what emotions the must have held would have been devastating.
I pressed on. I didn't know where I was going at the time or where I'd end up. The one thing I knew for sure was that I had to get out of there. It was hard for me to tell whether Jacob really liked me because he had known me for so long and had gotten to, or if it was just because I was the person he had imprinted on. It lingered in my mind while I ran. And, though I tried to push it aside, it stayed, and if I could have written it the way I saw it, it would have been in bold, neon colors, and would only need to say one word: Jacob.
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"Why does it have to be like this?" I sighed.
"Because of what you are."
I gazed up to meet the eyes of my friend. She paced across the floor, her tiny frame and pale skin contrasting with the bright and bold blackness of her hair. "I hate what I am." She smiled in return and shook her head.
Plopping onto the bed in front of me, she stared at me. I returned the gaze and found myself once again drifting off into the abyss of her eyes. They were always so captivating to me, and many others. She used her eyes, a dark shade of blue, like the night sky, to lure others. If you got close enough, you could see the specks of purple in them. But then again, it was never a good thing if you could.
"Izzie, darling, you're going to have to face it sooner or later."
I laughed, "And why would I have to? I've been running for so long, I don't see how facing it could make it better, Skye."
"Don't give me that attitude," she grumbled and flicked my head with her hand. "You know what I mean. Every where you go, every where you run to, there's going to be people you meet that you care for. In the end, you'll keep putting more and more people in danger. It doesn't matter to them if you've only talked to them a few times, if you've deliberately ignored them, or if you ran away from them. Their smart, Izzie." She paused a moment. I looked up. She had moved to stare out the window at the night sky. A slightly dazed look crossed her face, then a pained one. "They know you care for them. They'll go after them for information and because you haven't told them any and they won't know what to do, they'll die. Trust me, Izzie. Just trust me."
I hated it when Skye got all thoughtful on me, because it was when she actually said things that were hard for me to disagree on, things that were generally right.
"You have to go back," she mumbled lowly. "You have to tell them."
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It wasn't so much that I refused to be wrong as I refused to believe her. If I chose to believe her and to do what she said, I would have to go back to the reservation and explain to them what was happening, what I was, and how much in danger they would be. They'd have questions. Questions I'm not so sure I'm ready to answer. In the end, going there would cause more problems than solve any.
I wouldn't go back. I had places I could go, places I'd been longing to go for a while.
"Izzie, you better be going back to them."
Skye grabbed my arm. I was just about to open the door and leave when I was forced to answer. "Yeah, I am." I didn't look at her. I couldn't. If I did, she'd tell all too easily that I was lying.
It was easy for those who had known me long enough to tell if I was lying. I'd try not to look them in the eyes, and when I did, my eyes would sparkle.
"Turn around," Skye commanded.
"I can't," I lied, "I've got to get going."
I tugged my arm free and sprinted from her room. Instead of going in the direction I wanted to, I went in the direction she wanted me to go. I circled around her house, no sound emitting from my feet hitting the floor as I ran as quickly as I could, now in the direction I wanted to go.
The direction to momentary freedom.
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okay, i know this is incredibly short, but i wanted to post something for you! I was so happy to get the reviews that i did, that i wanted to make another chapter. But I've only got this, so I'm gonna post it as a "part 2" of chapter 3.
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