The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 18. Mist
Main Character: Bella, Jasper
Rating: T
Word Count: 343
The fog rose into a cloud of smoke as the laughter continued in the graveyard.
Panicked, I kept turning around and around myself, trying to look past the smoke. I could barely see my mother's grave's writings on the stone.
I felt a chill down my spine as the fog crept closer to me.
I stumbled back into the grass as the laughter came closer. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My mouth felt as dry as the desert. I closed myself into my body and prayed to who or whatever was up there to please save me. I felt cold, clammy hands wrap around my wrists, tearing them away. I screamed as loudly as I could and one hand clapped around my mouth. I bit into it and heard an "Ouch, dammit, Bella, it's me!"
I opened my eyes and saw Jasper shaking his hand in pain. The fog was already starting to clear up, which was unusual.
"Jasper…" I choked.
He looked up and stopped shaking his hand out. He crawled over to me and held me close to his chest. I started to cry.
"Hey, it's okay," he hushed me, rubbing my shoulders.
"The fog…it'll come back. We have to get out of here." I whispered.
"I know. My car's out front. We'll be safe at Esme's cabin."
I sniffled into his shirt, holding his hand tight.
He helped me up and we ran to his pickup truck. I felt the fog creep up on my feet, and I tripped hard.
The fog pulled me back to the graveyard, and I screamed my brother's name. He grabbed my hands and pulled back as hard as he could.
"Don't let them take me, don't let them take me!" I cried, and he nodded.
"I won't let you go, I promise!" He yelled, and he pulled back one last time. The fog's grip on me lifted and we both stumbled away.
The fog's hand crawled back into the mist of the graveyard, and my body shivered, then faded away.