Leather and Lace
Passing
Time passes, even when people beg it not to. It still continues on, weaving different paths and ways that life could follow, dragging along the people who scream for it to stop, to freeze in its tracks, to leave them alone. For me, the passage of time was one that was filled with a paranoid fear of Maria, Edward, and Alice. I remembered bits and pieces of the months that flew by; images and faces passed in blurs in my memory. The steady constant was Peter, Charlotte, and Jasper. "Don't you worry, hon," Char says in those memories, "We're gonna keep you safe from those bastards."
Peter smiles sweetly over the top of Char's head.
Jasper growls at them to leave, and they do, but only until it's time for Jasper to feed. Then I am passed along to Peter or Char, and I stay within the cool confines of my family's arms. I can do nothing but fear the day that Maria and Alice and Edward finally get past whatever it is that happened in the forest that day. Sometimes, I can feel whispers in my mind of my rubber band returning, and each time I do, fear trickles through my veins a little bit stronger, and I want to start running just a little bit faster.
But now, time freezes, and I don't want it to. I want time to keep racing forward, carrying me away from Maria, Alice, and Edward.
Instead, it deposits me right back in the place where it all began.
Forks, Washington.