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Chapter 7: Getting Some Answers.
I just stayed there on the cold, wet ground, looking at this... this... this supernatural gorgeous boy with my eyes wide open and my jaw almost hitting the floor. I noticed the amazingly nice scent was coming from the jacket I was covered with. His jacket.
"Oh God! I am truly dead aren't I?" I asked my eyes getting blurry.
I stood up and noticed that Edward was curiously looking me.
"I don't want to be dead! I have many things to do, places to see, people to talk to! I still need to get a life! A true life, I need to live a life! I need to find the place where I belong to. God, please no. I can't be dead," I said sobbing while I collapsed to the ground.
I was desperate. This couldn't be happening, not now. What is Mom going to do? Oh she'll be devastated and poor Matt, what's he going to do, who's going to take care of him? I even lost the small almost non-existent chance to see my dad again. I wasn't going to see anyone anymore.
I cried uncontrollably until I felt a hard hand on my shoulder.
"Bella, it's okay. You're not dead." He said soothingly removing his hand from my shoulder and backing a couple of foots away.
What does he mean I'm not dead? I sure as hell am dead. Why is he here anyway? Is he dead to? Did we die at the same time?
"What do you mean I'm not dead?" I asked irritated by his foolishness.
"I mean exactly what I'm saying, you are not dead." He said calmly.
"If I'm not dead, then why are you here?" I asked.
"Why should I be here if you were to be dead?" He asked with a fascinated look on his eyes.
What should I say? That he's the only thing I've been thinking about lately that's why it's obvious to me this is heaven? That I've been thinking about his breathtaking colour changing eyes? Those golden eyes that match perfectly with his unique mixture of golden and bronze hair and his face, oh his face... I was pulled out of my trance by his sweet velvet voice.
"Isabella?" He asked staring at me with a small smile playing in the corners of his mouthwatering lips.
"Er, um... You... I... Well, you see... Uh, never mind." I mumbled totally embarrassed looking at the floor.
My face was bright red I swear it would have explode if possible.
"Are you sure?" he asked, almost letting his smile escape.
"Uh, yeah... I don't know, all this thing of being dead is kinda messing with my mind" I said.
"Bella, you're not dead. We are still in Forks." He said a little exasperated.
"How do I know you're not lying? Or if you're even real?" I asked.
"Why would I be lying?" he answered nonchalantly.
"i don't know, you tell me. How do I know I can trust you?" I answered narrowing my eyes at him.
"I wouldn't lie nor joke with things like that, especially not with your life" he said with an undeniable softness in his eyes.
I just stared into his now liquid topaz eyes, trying futilely to lift the truth straight from them. Am I talking to the same guy who rudely ran off from me yesterday? My mind was spinning with confusion. Had I made up the whole thing? He was perfectly polite now.
Once I cleared my head, I stood up and started to walk.
"Where are you going?" his hand caught mine, to stop me, as he asked. His fingers were ice-cold, like he'd been holding them in a snowdrift but that wasn't why I jerked my hand away so quickly. When he touched me, it stung my hand as if an electric current had passed through us.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, pulling his hand back immediately.
So he felt it too. What had just happened?
"i- It's okay." I stuttered.
We stayed in silence for a couple of minutes until he went and sat next to a tree and I couldn't help but notice how graceful he was while doing it.
"Do you believe me now?" He asked suddenly.
"Believe what?" I answered.
"About you being alive" he said but sounded more like a question.
"Uh, I don't know. Why are we here anyway?" I remembered those red eyes in the woods before, what if they were here?
I started looking fanatically everywhere, the woods making a sinister effect. Edward stared at me curiously.
"What are you looking for?" he asked taking a few steps towards me.
"The red-" I cut myself out. What would I tell him? I've been seeing creepy red eyes lately? He would think I'm crazy. "Er, nothing, just wondering..."
"Where we are?" he asked.
"M hm" I nodded.
"We are just a mile or so from the coffee shop" he said.
"A MILE OR SO?" I screamed.
"Do you want to go back?" he asked.
I considered it. Did I? It was kinda nice here but it was getting late and it was almost twilight.
"How are we getting back? I can't recall how I got here in the first place." I started thinking and an obvious realization came to me.
He had saved me. Edward had saved me from that truck.
"Oh, my god!" I looked at him beyond shocked. "You saved me" I said in an inaudible whisper.
He looked directly in my eyes and I could see the liquid solidify.
"How did you —? You weren't even there!" I said. "You owe me an explanation."
He glared, and then turned his back and started walking through the woods. I nearly had to run to keep up. As soon as I was about to grab his arm, he spun around to face me.
"I saved your life — I don't owe you anything." I flinched back from the resentment in his voice.
As he saw my reaction he breathed steadily, calming himself.
"What do you want from me, Bella?" He sighted and said in a tired voice.
"I want to know the truth," I said. "I want to know why I'm alive and with you."
"What do you think happened?" he snapped.
It came out in a rush.
"All I know is that you weren't anywhere near me, that truck was going to crush me — and it didn't, and we're a mile away which it took you about 5 seconds to get here, and you're not hurt nor tired at all — " I could hear how crazy it sounded, and I couldn't continue. I was so mad I could feel the tears coming; I tried to force them back by grinding my teeth together.
He was staring at me incredulously. But his face was tense, defensive.
"Do you think we got here flying?" His tone questioned my sanity, but it only made me more suspicious. It was like a perfectly delivered line by a skilled actor.
"Edward Cullen, I'm not dumb nor stupid to think we got here flying. All I felt was something crushing into me really hard, which obviously wasn't the truck, and lot of wind and I suppose you where running but there's no way you run a mile in less than a minute."
"Nobody will believe that, you know." His voice held an edge of derision now.
"I'm not going to tell anybody." I said each word slowly, carefully controlling my anger.
Surprise flitted across his face. "Then why does it matter?"
"It matters to me," I insisted.
"Can't you just thank me and get over it?"
"Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant.
"You're not going to let it go, are you?"
"No."
"In that case… I hope you enjoy disappointment."
We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel.
"Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly.
He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable.
"I don't know," he whispered.
And then he turned his back on me and lost himself in the dense forest.
A/N: Well here it is chapter 7 with some quotes from Twilight... It took so long because I was kinda sad and didn't know if I should or not continue, so anyone who is reading this please let me know and that way I can just stop and move on. Thanks to everyone xo.
