Chapter eight
When I awoke to a strange uneasy feeling. Detangling myself enough to sit up I looked around the room for any kind of reason that may be causing this. I found none. Listening to the sounds around me I could hear the creaking of the walls and the patter of the rain and nothing more than sounds of a sleeping world.
Turning to the clock I saw it was only half past twelve. I knew that I could never sleep with this ill feeling that hovered in the air. What to now? I asked myself, tossing yours truly against the lumpy pillows on my bed. Soon I will never be able to sleep and I will pass out from exhaustion, causing my already bad headaches to worsen. Shifting around my bed some more in my last attempts to get comfortable, I decided to give up on sleep and find something else to do.
But what was there to do? Write. I could write! Reaching into my nightstands drawer I pulled out my story I had been working on for a while now. Whenever I thought about or had time I would work on it, not that I think it will ever be finished. So far it was about a girl and her garden she strived to keep alive, and . . . that was about it. I didn't know where to take the story.
I sat tapping my pencil against the boring half filled paper waiting for inspiration to come to me. None came. Finally I gave up on that too, sliding it away forcefully, and tried to think of something else to do.
Then suddenly I had a spontaneous idea and urge. Racing quietly around the room I got dressed in a warm, thick pair of jeans and a nice longed sleeved shirt throwing a rain jacket on top confident that it would be raining tonight in Forks without stopping. Before I led out of my room I grabbed a flashlight Charlie had given me incase of an outage, which was likely to happen, but Charlie was just being protective. I flicked the switch with my thumb to test the light, since I had had it for years I didn't know if it would work, but it did. The light was a little to dim for my taste but it would have to work. I stuck the handle of the cylinder-like, red flashlight in my pocket and headed out the door, trying not to think of how stupid I was being for doing this.
Creaking my way down the stairs, I headed to my black, rubbery rain boots. I carried them to the step before the door and sat down. My feet slipped into their barely bendable structure, heel rubbing roughly on the back before settling upon the soul. Opening the door lightly, I stepped out into the misting rain and headed to the cover of trees.
What was I thinking? I scolded myself. It was in the middle of the night and I as headed out into the middle of the woods? I had lost it for sure! All this talk, though, didn't stop me from trudging on deeper till the rain could barely touch me in the green maze.
I flicked on the flashlight, still not as bright as I would have liked it especially in the forest at dark, and looked around anxiously. Luckily I had walked onto a trail, so I would have a smaller chance to get lost. I pointed my light back at the house and could only see its outline; it was eerie in the darkness. Without any thought I turned my light to the trail and walked on.
The forest was a dark green under the dim light I provided. Ferns and branches reached out to my legs as I walked on the narrow trail, and the earth beneath me sunk slightly under my steps, making squishing noises with my rain boots.
I walked on till I was afraid to go any farther without finding my way back or running out of batteries, I had never used this flashlight but I wasn't going to chance the fact that they were old. Standing there I lifted my head to the sky that peeked through this spot in the trees, all I could see were rushing clouds, ignoring the exposed feeling I felt.
Why in such a hurry? I wondered to the clouds. Trying to keep pace with life? I got no answer, but I had never spoken the question. I shiver went down my back and I looked around to see if anyone was watching. You're to paranoid, I told myself, but I started to step backwards as a kind of fear washed through me.
Then I heard the slightest noise coming from behind me. The rustling of leaves caused me to spin to catch a sight of a silhouette, which was what I thought, was a …boy? I lifted my hand to try to shine the light on it only to realize I dropped the flashlight. Bending down quickly I snatched up the light and pointed it into the brush where the boy had been. Nothing. A shiver went up my spine and I raced in the direction of the house. Bad idea. Bad idea! I chanted in my head. How could I be so stupid? I couldn't hear the noise of anyone behind me, only the thwacking of the plants slapping against my legs and the squashy, thumping sound of my boots on the ground. At last I saw the house that I had lived in most of my life, though it seemed strange with no light shining inside.
I rushed up the steps my foot catching on the last one causing me to fall onto the porch, with the pulse of the rain, scattering water droplets into the air. A huff escaped my lips as I through myself up to fumble with the lock, just before I scampered into the dark house. My chest heaved up and down as I leaned weakly against the door. It was only then that I realized that the outline that I saw reminded me strangely of Edward Cullen.
Okie Dokie I know it is small but I have now excepted the fact that no matter what I do they will always be small!
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