Trinity, what happened to Trinity…?
I woke up to find myself drenched in sweat from, from the tip of my hair to my pink-painted toenail. Usually, screaming came before sweating like hell.
I don't remember screaming or any bad dreams. I wonder if I said anything last night… Last night or maybe it was yesterday morning… I don't remember…
The room was black. Pitch black.
Why is it so- wait, where is that glow coming from...?
I looked up to discover that the glow came from the ceiling. Little clusters of dots were glowing different florescent colors. Why is the living room ceiling glowing?
Wait a minute; I'm not in the living room…
I wearily sat up to find out I was not on Emily's couch anymore; I was in a bed.
How, how did I get here…?
Ugh, please tell me I am not going insane…!
The sheets were scratchy, but warm. There was only one pillow, but it was enough. The bed was comfortable enough; it felt safe.
Wide awake now, I needed to find a light in this cloud of darkness.
I felt around the sides, trying to find a source of light. After a few seconds, I felt, what it seemed to be, a small lamp.
"Yes…" I whispered under my breath, smiling in relief. I was not only because I found a lamp, but because something had actually went RIGHT Even if it was something as little as finding a lamp, I was glad at least something didn't bring me disappointment. I felt for the little switch under the lamp. I turned the metal knob, hoping to find out where I was.
A burst of light shot from the lamp and illuminated my dark surroundings.
It was all a blur, at first, but then everything came into focus. I was sitting in a dark blue bed, in the middle of a forest green room. The ceiling was painted black with tiny dots of different colored glow-in-the-dark paint. There was a faint smell in the room, a combination of leaves, ground, flowers, and the sun, if it was even possible for something to smell like the sun.
Not the room you would expect form a 7 year-old...
On the shelves were numerous awards and pictures. Certificates were hanging on the wall; all for karate and sparing. Then I realized whose room I was in:
I was in Nathan's room.
I had never really been in his room before. Only to see how he was doing after the…incident with Trinity, had I been in his room.
There was a newspaper clipping over his bed:
Nathan Sam Uley, age 7, has just recently the award for youngest achiever in the sacred sport of martial arts.
"Never have I seen such devotion in such a small child, let alone my older students" his instructor…
It went on to say more things about him and his family; thankfully none were about his father turning into an animal of the night.
Something in the article had caught my eye.
It said that he was unbeatable.
Unbeatable…yet he went to the ER, on a stretcher…by a 3 year old.
Realization dawned upon me:
The way he reacted to losing the race… the way he looked when he was attacked…
Something inside me told me that Nathan lost more than the race and half his bones that day; he lost his pride, something he wasn't joking about after the race.
He was yelling something about his pride and dignity…
"Bella? Are you awake?" a familiar voice said, pulling me away from my thoughts. The familiar voice was a comfort, but still, it was not the one I wanted to hear.
Emily appeared in the doorway, looking relived, but frantic, at the same time.
"Oh, thank goodness you're awake! You have been out since noon yesterday!"
Noon yesterday…no, it can't be…
She began walking into the room, a little distraught, and started to mumble under her breath.
"…thought I told him to pick those up…" staring at a pair of Star Wars action figures on the floor.
"…how old is that…really…" looking at a pair of socks on the dresser.
"Emily…" I stated.
It sounded like she didn't hear me. Maybe I really hadn't woken up. Maybe I was still unconscious and I'm dreaming all of this.
Finally, she looked up,
"Bella," she said smiling.
I jumped out of bed and began to hug her tightly. I needed to make sure that I have indeed woken up and this wasn't my imagination anymore. I am sick of my mind playing games on me. It was time to make myself the boss of my own mind.
She returned my embrace and was now hugging me tightly.
I tried to keep a calm face, I really did. But I felt like something inside me had burst like a bubble and when it did, I went to back my previous state, sad, hopeless, and depressed, except now, I was feeling nauseated. I started sobbing as the reason for my being here was reminded. I began to remember everything that happened yesterday, everything that went wrong, everything that happened in the living hell that was now my life. I was now sobbing uncontrollably. Every single pain that I felt that previous day is now being forced into my body like a million tiny daggers.
So much for being the boss of my mind…
This thought, combined with the many other emotions I felt, had brought own a bit of hysteria and now I was sobbing, and maybe laughing a tiny bit, like MAD!
I was sure Emily would have probably sent me to an asylum for that little act of craziness. But she didn't. She just hugged me tighter. I was lucky to have Emily. She was like my sister, my best friend, my personal Alice…
NO! Now is NOT the time to be thinking Alice…Esme…Jasper…Ed-
NO! NOT THE TIME! NEVER THE TIME! NEVER AGAIN!
REMEMBER WHAT HE DID TO YOU!
My brain was about to EXPLODE with all these memories and long gone emotions coming back.
There was only one way to subside this horrible headache that I know felt.
I had to ask. I had to ask the question that I had been dreading to ask ever since I stepped foot in this house.
I didn't know what Trinity's health had to do with any of this; it just did.
I whispered, barely audible,
"Where is she? Where is Trinity?"
There had been too much pain in my head and in my soul for my to speak out loud.
Emily looked at me with tear-stained eyes; she had been crying herself. Hard.
I got scared because I was afraid of the answer- she didn't make it; she isn't breathing; Trinity Black is dead.
"Trinity's…fine. She'll make it. She is just resting right now. Her night's been rough"
Now I hugged Emily EVEN tighter.
"THANK YOU!" I sobbed, now of joy. "You saved her! Thank you…!"
I went on like that for a few minutes, but Emily didn't mind. She had come prepared. She pulled some Kleenex from her apron and gave it to me.
My 50 mile-per-hour heart rate subsided, as did my headache. But there was one thing that had me baffled.
She's alive…but how? All that blood lost…
I decide, at that moment, it didn't matter. It didn't matter how she survived. The point was she did. My little girl is alive.
We were both crying now, mostly because the reason was that worst was behind us, or so I thought...
After nearly crying my heart out, I sat up on the bed and began to calm down.
As I was dabbing my tears away, I noticed that Emily was still crying. A lot. Both her hands were over her mouth, muffling the sobs that came from her mouth.
Then I remembered something from the last time I was conscious:
Jacob…he was here…wasn't he…?
If Jacob was here, then the pack has came back…
Unless something happened…
No…no, nothing had happen... it couldn't have...
Something was wrong.
"Emily, what happened?" I said, ready to go into tears again.
She just shook her head, still sobbing.
"Emily, w-what happened?" I stated again, fresh tears streaming down my face.
This time, she took me by the hand and lead me down the dark, cold hall.
The last I saw of Nathan's nature room was a pair of crutches, sitting in the corner.
Author's Note: Hope you guys have a great rest of the year and I promise to update soon: )