I am terribly sorry for the wait. Writer's block isn't something to take likely. Every day I would try to write, but I couldn't put anything together. However, I have something for you today. I did want to make it longer, but thought to stop and not overdo it. I hope you guys like this chapter. I need to stir up the pot a bit.
It was completely dark. But you could hear the sound of tires. They screeched across the ground. The sound of a big bang was heard then the light came forth. She stood alongside of the rode. Her shirt was covered in blood, hair in tangles, and eyes unfocused. She blended into the dark night, everything, but her eyes. The soft grey eyes stood out.
Stormy was watching herself. She watched as the car lights shined against the tree. In slow motion she stared as the car hit the tree. The sound made her cringe. She couldn't feel the pain this time. With each injury she could see the impact, but she couldn't feel it. She was numb. But watching herself almost dying was not pleasant. Her scream made her ears ring.
The smoke from the car rose into the night sky. The animals scrambled out of sight because of the loud bang caused by the car. Neither did the insects make a sound. She watched on as the body lay still in the driver's sit. It was every bit as unsettling to have crash with no one around.
The next moment was changed. No longer was the sky dark, but lit brightly.
Stormy stood a ways away. She was clean and unhurt. But something was off. A sense of panic ran through her. Distantly she could hear a beeping noise, but ignored it. She felt the sand under her toes. Turning to her left, she saw the waves in the ocean. She was in La Push. It was peaceful. The sounds made her relax, but only for a moment…
A low growling caught her attention. It was quiet threatening. Slowly she turned in the soft sand. Along the tree line a giant wolf stood. Its fur was a dark brown, the same one that sat in her backyard a few days ago. It stood in a defensive manner. Once it knew she was watching it crouched low on to the ground. The growling increased. Her heart beat quickened. The beeping noise in the background grew louder.
What really stopped her from running was someone shouting her name. Stormy's name was being repeated. Finally she spotted a body running in her direction. As he got closer you could see the fear in his eyes. "Run, Stormy, run!" But she didn't listen. When she turned back to the overgrown wolf, it was gone.
A painful scream shook her very core. Quickly her vision turned back to Seth. He was lying on the ground. Blood poured from his mouth. His stomach was cut open, slashed. A dark figure stood over him. Stormy couldn't see him. She didn't want to. But the figure raised his arm into the air. Seth reached his arm out to her. A loud scream exited her mouth. The man brought down his hand…
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed loudly. I swung and tried to move the arms off of me. Someone was trying to hold me down. "No, Seth!" I kept screaming. "Please no!" I was outright sobbing now.
"Stormy, you have to calm down. You're going to reopen your stiches." I heard a voice, but didn't stay still. It made me increase my struggles. I was hitting whoever was holding me down. However, I felt like I was getting more hurt then the person. The acknowledgement of that made me scream even louder.
"Stormy you have to calm down!" I heard a different voice nearby. It was Seth. It instant soothed me. I opened my eyes and stopped struggling against the pale doctor. What I didn't expect to see were my parents. They stood close to Seth who is extremely upset. I glanced over to the doctor as he backed away. He actually looked disturbed. Was it really that bad? "What the hell?" I muttered to myself. I could feel my body aching at my movements.
I hear the heart monitor slowed down to a steady beat. "Do you mind stepping out for a moment? I need to check her stiches." Doctor Cullen asked them. They were hesitant for a moment. My dad left first. Then Seth watched me for a minute longer before he walked out the door. The looked in his eyes made me feel even worst now.
Mom stayed in the room. She waited until he checks to see if any of them came under. When he was done he left us alone. For five minutes we sat in silence. I didn't want to tell her what I dreamed about. I didn't want to think about it. Nothing was making sense to me right now.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" She finally asked me and walked over. "Yesterday you seemed completely fine."
I gave her an exasperated look. "I'm in the hospital." I whispered almost harshly. "I was just in a car accident! I'm bruised and hurt," I choke up for a second. "I am not okay… I just want to go home." It was all catching up with me. I felt like I would drown. That dream… I didn't like it one bit.
Dad and Seth walked into the room when I was talking. I ignored them. She didn't comment on what I just said. "Your father and I think that you should have someone with you at the house."
"I'm fine." I said shorty. "I don't need anyone with me." I refuse to look at Seth. I didn't want him to see me like this. I was weak and hopeless. And I was sure he would get hurt if he stayed around me. Whatever I dreamed about really freaked me out.
"We think it's best if you did." Dad said from his spot. His arms were crossed and his face expression showed how serious he was. "You just said it yourself. You're not okay. But you need someone around you just in case of an emergency."
I groaned and looked away. "What I need is to be left alone. I'm not a little kid that needs to be watched over. If I need help I'll call someone." Maybe my tone came out somewhat crossed. I certainly did not want to be alone, but I needed to think.
"Do not use that tone with us." I looked surprised at my father. He was angry now, which was very hard to do. I could see Seth from the corner of my eye. He looked worried, but left the room. He could sense what was about to happen. "For three days we sat in that waiting room, wondering when our daughter was going to wake up. We sat there thinking that it was our fault."
"You don't think that I feel bad enough." I told him having enough of the conversation. "I could have died! I saw what had happened, not you! It was my fault and no one else's." Mom was standing to the side crying. Dad refused to let the tears out.
Doctor Cullen knocked on the door before he entered. He felt the tense in the room. He cleared his throat. "I need for one of you to sign her release papers." He held out a check board with paper on it. Mom took it and walked out the room without another word. Dad looked at me blankly and stepped out behind her.
As soon as the door closed I cried. My body shook and I covered my face from the doctor. I could feel the bed dip at where he sat. "Stormy?" he gently moved my hands from my face. They were so cold. But I didn't give it another thought. "Would you like to tell me what's wrong?"
I took a deep breath in through my nose. I could trust him. At least I think I can. "You, promised not, to tell anyone?" I asked through the crying. He nodded his head. "One night I was working at the library Alice stopped by with Jasper. When we got to the parking lot we found my tires slashed. I didn't drive over a nail and it wasn't an animal. Someone cut up my tires. At first I didn't know what to think of it. I never had known someone personal to do this." The doctor looks on with curiosity. "Anyway on Monday I left from my parents' house, I stopped for gas. But something was weird I could feel someone looking at me. I still didn't care to bring it up. That was until I was driving and talking on the phone with Seth. I tried to stop…" I shook my head not wanting to see it again. "But the brakes were cut. They weren't loose, but completely disconnected."
Carlisle watched on with curiosity. It made me feel better to talk about it. "May I give you some advice?" I nodded my head. "Have someone with you at all times." My expression went to confusion. "If you think someone is following you, you need to be sure. The police won't do anything without evidence. The best way to go about this is having a friend with you." I looked at the doctor strangely. Something was off about this. I had to take this into consideration.
I honestly wanted to say no. Having a person I care about getting hurt because of me would be too cruel. But he had a point. No evidence meant no help. And the boys could take one person on. It just felt too selfish. I sighed deeply. "All I ask is for you to think about it." he got off of the bed. "Now you should start getting ready to head home." He left me so I could give it some thought.
The shower helped my muscles relax. But it didn't help with getting into my clothes. I was sore and moving too much made me tired after taking a long shower. It took me some time to get the t-shirt and pants on. And my hair was just tangled I threw it into a messy bun.
I slipped my feet into some flats when a nurse came in. Seth was behind her. I instantly looked away from him. I wish I put my hair down to cover the bruises. She had a wheelchair with her. "Is that necessary?"
"Yes it is Ms. Hanson. It's the hospital's policy." The brunette said with a smile. I got into the chair without another word.
"I got it from here." Seth said and grabbed the handles. He led me through the hallway. "What happened back there?" He asked me referring to the dream.
I squirmed in my seat. "I rather not talk about it."
"Well we have all day." He said as we got closer to the exit.
He was so stubborn. "I said I wanted to be alone."
"You remember what I told you yesterday?" I stayed silent. "I promised to protect you. I already failed once." He came around the chair and kneeled down. "I will not leave your side no matter how much you say so. We will find out who's behind this." he placed his hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes softly at the contact.
"What if they hurt you?" I opened my eyes. "I couldn't leave with myself if anyone got hurt because of me." He smiled that bright smile and went to push me again.
"Stormy rather you like it or not I'm not going anywhere. And besides the guys would kill me if I let anything happen to you, you're family now."
When we got outside I could see my parents. They look like they were having an argument. I glimpsed at Seth worriedly. He squeezed my shoulder in comfort. Dad caught us looking first. He stopped talking about mom followed his lead. This did not sit well with me. They never fought at least not like that. Mom was still crying and Dad was still angry. Now this was my fault.
My body was buzzing with anticipation when we got closer to home. The whole ride has been tense and quiet. I awkwardly sat in the back with Mom while Seth sat in the front with Dad. Seth was glancing back at me every few minutes. Mom was glaring out the window. And dad was quiet, too quiet. Usually he'll be telling jokes to stop the silence. This all started because of a little freak out I had. I wanted to say sorry for the way I said it. Something was holding me back from apologizing. It was better to be quiet and let them cool off. Because whatever they said to each other made them act unlike themselves.
Dad pulls up into the driveway. I glance at Seth. "Thank you for the ride Mr. Hanson."
He nods his head. "Anytime, now make sure she's taken care of." Dad tells Seth. I watch on confused.
"Of course," Seth then gets out of the car and closes the door.
"You don't want to come in?" I ask him. I glance at Mom, but she's still looking out the window. He shook his head. "But you didn't see me remake the house?" My tone was now sad.
Dad sighs. "Not today, sweetheart."
That's all he said before Seth opened the door. I took another look at my parents before I took Seth's hand. Before I got out of the car my mom grabbed my hand. My head snapped towards her. "Be careful honey." I nodded my head then slowly got out of the car. "I will."
Seth held onto me until he made it to the couch. The car could be hear backing out the drive way and driving off. I sat down with a satisfied sigh. Walking was a task for me now. And I was starting to get a little lightheaded. I got into a comfortable position on the couch and lay down. For the moment I was at peace with myself.