Amethyst Skies
Part 2
By Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 26: Black Moon
Life could very much indeed get worse; if not that then way more awkward then what I wanted it to be. Keith had not spoken or moved towards me all night. Yes, it was what I wanted. But things like that girls usually don't mean. I had wanted him to just hold me for one last time. I had wanted to see him, to kiss him, to embrace him. But my stubbornnesses wouldn't allow me to.
Mom had not come in at all to speak with me and neither had Edward. In the morning I had been awakened by Keith getting off the bed and movement in the front room. I automatically took it as the sign we were leaving and went into the bathroom to change into my dry clothes. Edward, Mom, and Keith road in a Ford Five-hundred while Carlisle and I got into another. The ride was very odd-I felt like I was riding with a stranger. But Carlisle was a man of self-control. After about a half hour I had calmed a bit.
"She hates me." I whispered, staring out into the Italian sunrise. It was beautiful, much to beautiful for my depressed, murder-tell eyes. I turned away from the window and pulled my feet into the seat, keeping my eyes downcast. But I didn't miss the look of sympathy he gave me.
"They don't hate you Rose, they are just confused." They? Did he think I was talking about Edward and Keith?
"Let me rephrase that, my own mother hates me." Carlisle gave me a skeptical look.
"Bella does not hate you, she is only disappointed. She says it's unlike you to run off so irresponsibly."
"I'm capable of taking care of myself." He shook his head slowly.
"The Volturi are after you Rose, you killed some of them. They don't just let that slide. They could have easily ambushed you. Just because it didn't happen doesn't mean it couldn't. She was very concerned for your safety."
"You mean the safety of the humans around me." I wasn't stupid. I knew Mom feared me killing a human. And now that it happened I'm nothing but disgusting in her eyes...a monster. The word hit me heavily in the heart.
"You are...unique, Rose. There has never been a vampire literally born before. They are always created. We don't know how the human blood will effect you. You could be hooked, you could be fine with it. We don't know. But until we do you need to stay away from human crowds." Right, so I'm this special miracle child, great. But that doesn't explain my mother hating me.
"Then I don't want to be unique." I whispered. Being this way was causing everything to go wrong. Because I was half vampire Keith and I couldn't be together. Because I was half vampire we were all in this stupid country being hunted by a powerful coven of vampires. Because I was half vampire I had to hide myself from my best friend/god-brother. Because I was half vampire I murdered an innocent child. If this was all the things that came with being unique, I'd rather be ordinary.
"You don't mean that." I looked up at him, my gaze betraying everything in my heart. His face showed its shock for a moment before he wrapped an arm around me. I accepted the comfort, feeling oddly safe. I scooted closer to him, my elbow on the console as I inhaled his scent. It was icy and sweet like all vampires, but had a spicy scent like rich cologne.
I don't know exactly when I zoned out but when I snapped to it we were pulling into an air port. Did I fall asleep? Carlisle's arm was still around my shoulders and he looked down at me kindly.
"Do you want to sit next to me on the plane?" I glanced out the window, Edward, mom, and Keith were unloading from their car. They all stood and looked expectantly at us both. I nodded vigorously. He patted my hand and got out. I followed behind him into the building and to the rental port where they had gotten the cars from. Keith hung back from us and I found myself glancing at him frequently from the corner of my eye. I half expected him to just disappear. To be honest I didn't know what I would do with myself when he did. I had grown so used to not being alone at school. When Alan wasn't with me, Keith was. But now he wasn't going back. Who would protect me from Thomas?
And that was my problem. I expected things from people. I expected someone to be there for me. If not my mother, then Alan, or Keith. I had used them like crutches and now they weren't there, forcing me to walk on my own. I didn't know if I could bear it. But now I knew. If I was going to be on my own I would have to stand up for myself by myself.
Our flight wasn't boarding for another ten minutes. We sat in the lobby by the terminal and waited awkwardly. I stuck next to Carlisle and Mom and Edward sat across from us. Keith sat on the other side of them, not looking at any of us.
I chewed my lip for a moment, watching a blond woman trying to manage two toddlers while having a phone conversation. But then one of the children turned her large blue eyes on me. She stared at me and then gave me a large toothless smile and a giggle. I gave an awkward smile back. I hated children, mostly because they hated me. Most were usually afraid of me or they gave me a hard time when I tried to be nice to them. But this one gazed at me curiously.
Then I heard it, making me freeze. The tiny thump, thump, thump of her tiny heart. My throat closed and I stopped breathing automatically. My body became rigid and I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the sound.
"Rose?" Carlisle whispered. I gulped some air like I had been drowning. I looked up into his eyes and let him read my fears. His eyes went to the child I had been staring at and then back to me. "You'll be alright," he assured me. He was so calm, so encouraging. I could only hope he was right.
"All boarding flight 216 for Seattle, Washington!" The message was echoed in what could only be Italian. This was a country that I would definetly appreciate not coming back to.
Carlisle and I lead the way with Keith bringing up the rear. We sat near the back; Edward, mom, and Keith sat behind us. I sat in the window seat and a man who had to be in his thirties sat on the other side of Carlisle. I was releaved when we lifted from the ground and into the air.
"Why did we fly in the day Carlisle?" I asked very quietly as I closed the visor over the window.
"By the time we get to Forks it will be night," he answered. I nodded and tried to remember how many days of school I missed. As I calculated the amount of work I'd have to make up I fell into a restless sleep.
I was nearly jerked from my seat when the plane landed. I hadn't put on my seatbelt since I got on. As we pulled into the Seattle terminal I didn't bother awakening fully. We went downstairs to the front counter and bought five more tickets to Port Angeles.
Even though my mind wasn't fully awake I was still thinking. Where would Keith go? Would he leave now that we were back in Washington? But Carlisle kept his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to him tightly. It was as if he knew that I wasn't stable enough to hold myself up. When we sat at the lobby to wait for the plane I fell asleep again.
When I woke I was lying on the backseat of a car. The interior was leather and the engine ran almost smoothly. It was to dark to see out the window, but I could smell mom very close to me. I must be laying on her lap.
"Why on earth would she think that?" Edward demanded. I struggled to keep my breathing even.
"You haven't exactly hit it off with her Edward." I wanted to smile at Carlisle's scolding voice. It seemed that no matter how angry Edward was, he never took her anger out on Carlisle. That alone proved that the gentle vampire had more power that he let anyone know.
"Is it my fault that I say something wrong every time I try to talk to her?" he asked. I opened my eye slowly to see the back of his head. I made sure to keep my breathing shallow so my heart rate stayed down.
"Yes." Carlisle said simply. Edward growled.
"I told you you obviously need to talk to her. Just don't mention Keith." Edward didn't respond to that. At first I thought he heard my heart jump at the name but I saw his jaw clench.
"What do you know Edward?" Mom asked. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. "The road!" I heard mom hiss at him.
"Keith is leaving. His pack exiled him for treason." The air in the car became still.
"That's why he's mad at her?" Carlisle asked.
"No, he's not mad at her. He's mad at himself. He had no problem with doing what he had to do. He just wished that there was a different way."
"She's detaching herself from him." Mom's voice was sad and stressed. I frowned in my fake sleep. I hadn't thought that my lack of friends upset her so much.
"That's a bad thing?" Edward asked. I wanted to growl so badly.
"Rose doesn't have that many people. By now she must think the world is against her." There was a pause. "Rose is like Rosalie a bit. She has trouble accepting exactly what she is. And she didn't have Carlisle there to explain everything to her. She doesn't deny what she is, but she walks on eggshells around herself, not knowing what's going to happen. I wasn't much help in that department either." Oh mom...
"That's not your fault Bella," Edward warned. Mom was going into her 'blaming-herself' stage as I liked to call it. She claimed that bad luck that she had as a human followed her throughout her transformation. In her eyes it was the reason why dam near everything went wrong.
"What are we going to do now?" she asked. She was dry-sobbing, I knew it. But I stayed still, not wanting to give myself away.
"I'm...not sure. It depends on her...what she's up for. It probably won't be much with Keith gone, but who knows. She's stronger than she looks."
The car pulled to a smooth stop. The door popped open and mom slipped from under my head. I stayed 'sleeping', not wanting to talk to anyone. I sighed and slowly rolled over. "It's no use. She sleeps like a bear." Mom explained. The air shifted a bit and I prepared to wake up.
Hands slipped under my arms and pulled me out of the back seat. Soon I was being carried bridal style from the car and into the house. The person's chest was smooth yet muscular, and the scent wasn't Carlisle. I turned my head away from Edward's shoulder and growled softly on my exhale. He stiffened, but did not put me down. He readjusted his arm and pulled me into his chest a bit more, shielding me from the rain that was starting to drip from the sky. I gasped silently.
It was like being on the inside of mom's power. But what made it more impressive was that he wasn't using any powers at all. It was his aura that told me everything. That no matter what he's not giving up. That he loves me and he's not letting go; and most importantly, he'd protect me from anything. I could have drifted off right there, leaving my life in his hands. But I was so awestruck I couldn't. So this is what it's like being in his arms?
All to soon I was set on my bed and my shoes were slipped off. My blanket was pulled up to my chin and tucked in around me. Two gentle kisses were placed on my forehead, one more hesitant than the other. When the door clicked shut I squeezed my eye lids. So that was what it was like...
There was a annoying tap on my window. I growled and turned away from it. That dam tree in the front yard was way to big. I told mom to cut it if not down than at least away from my window ages ago. Of course she never listens.
Tap, tap, tap.
My eyes opened. The wind was not blowing, but the tree was still tapping. I turned over, looking at the window, to see a figure dangling from the tree. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. Was I going insane?
"Open the window will you?" A voice hissed. I knew that voice, and my eyes narrowed. I threw off my covers and glided silently over to the window, throwing it open.
"What the hell do you want?" I growled quietly. I was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be here. But even so on the inside was was hoping.
"I need to talk to you, move over." I looked thoughtful for a second.
"No." I moved back to close the window.
"I'll just break it," he warned me. I rolled my eyes. His threat was a good excuse to let him in though. Maybe he was inviting me to come with him? I couldn't get my hopes that high. I watched him clammer through my window quietly.
"Keith, we shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't be here." As soon as he stepped into my room I got a great sense of foreboding. This was so wrong.
"Please Rose, just hear me out. I couldn't leave like that." So he was still leaving? I felt my heart fall away. "Can we sit?" I nodded and allowed him to lead me over to my bed. He sat on my pillows and pulled me up against his chest. The intimate gesture made me tense. Any second now wolves were going to barrage into my room and rip him from me. Maybe leaving claw marks along my arms and back in their haste so I could bleed to death both inside and out.
"Rose. Please understand. I'm not leaving because of us. If there was any other way to do this I would try it no problem. But there isn't, and I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you, but I must. I won't take you away from school and the life you know because of my stupid mistakes."
"Your stupid mistakes are because of me." I muttered. His arms around my waist tightened and I heard the T.V. turn on downstairs.
"My pack...they've run wild since my father took reign."
"He doesn't like me much either, he never did." His mouth leaned closer to my ear.
"He's become a bitter old fool since my mother died. Everything to him is about power and respect. I don't want to live that way. And the only way to do that is for me to leave. Do you understand?" I nodded.
Your lying to me Rose
"Just a bit," I admitted. He sighed again, sounding more stressed this time. "Keith, your the first good thing that has happened in my life for a very long time. My life has always been...bleak. Yes, I had Alan, but Alan is human and he thinks I am too. Your the only one besides my mom that I could be myself with you."
"You have Carlisle, and Edward-" I snorted. "Look Edward is trying but your making it really hard."
"For the love of God do I know that!" I hissed. "But does everyone think that he's the only one here having problems? I don't know how to accept total strangers like that into my life! Did everyone expect me to hop into his lap and start calling him Daddy? I mean-what the fuck! The guy just showed up in my fucking kitchen one day!" Everyone thought it was so easy to look at a man and see him as a father, a father! Something I've always wanted. I just didn't want to meet him like that.
He stroked my hair, kissing the top of my curly mess. It did nothing to calm me. If anything it made me mentally push him away even more.
"I know, and I talked to him. I know that the people you love sort of dwindle now so I want you to count on him when you can't count on me." My eyes grew downcast.
"You make it sound as though you won't be gone forever." I looked into his eyes, hoping that he was going to tell me he'd be back soon for me. Some kind of indication would have been nice. But he looked away from me and out into the waning full moon.
"I don't know how long I'll be gone. I'm in exile, I'll be marked banished forever. The penalty for coming back uninvited is death. The pack has certainly gotten big enough to take me down. As natural as being a wolf is for me and as powerful as my line is, it's not enough compared to numbers."
"So that means Thomas must be knocked from his position." If Thomas was out of the picture then Keith could take his position again.
I looked up into his suspicious eyes. "Rose," he said carefully. "I want you to promise me that you will not pick a fight with Thomas and you'll stay out of trouble and take care of yourself. I'm not saying you can't handle yourself, but the last thing I want is for you to get hurt-especially when the person that did it has something to do with me." I thought about it for a moment, picking through his statement carefully and found a huge loophole. I nodded.
"Fine." He stuck his hand out in front of me.
"Shake on it." I smiled a bit, shaking his hand.
"Do you want a blood oath too?" He smiled gently and kissed my forehead. How I would miss that kiss.
I turned in his lap and moved my head up, touching his lips to mine hesitantly. His large hand traced up my arm and neck before he pulled me into a deep kiss. It was passionate, hungry, and desperate. But despite all of that I never wanted to stop. I clutched his inky braid, taking out its binding and letting it fall over his shoulders. It brushed my shoulders softly, creating a curtain around us, shielding us from everything but each other.
My heart gave an odd lurch, as if it was caught in slow motion. My breath quickened to dull the pain. He reached around behind him into his jean pocket and pulled out something. In his hand was a flat, smooth stone. It was purple, amethyst to be more specific. It was my birthstone. I looked into his eyes, seeking permission. He took my hand and positioned it so it was open and flat, and placed the stone in my palm. It was almost as big as my palm but had looked so tiny in his hand. I ran my free hand over the top.
"I found it before we left Italy." I smiled. So even when we were out there, fighting and mad, he still thought of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"It's beautiful, I love it." This gave me hope that he was going to come back. If he wasn't then why would he leave me something to remember him by?
She seems alright
I wanted to laugh. It was only the act on the outside-a very practiced act. On the inside I was holding my breath, waiting for the tidal wave to wash over me. I wasn't sure if I could remain standing, but I was going to try.
"Tell me," I whispered gently as I laid my head on his chest. "do you think I'm...a monster?" There was a pause that made me grow slightly panicky. I couldn't get much from his thoughts and I cursed myself for telling how to block me. All I got was:
Is she serious?
I winced at the harshness of the thought.
"Rose, your asking this question of someone who turns into a giant dog." My eyebrows furrowed in aggravation.
"But even as a giant dog, you don't kill people."
"I would if I didn't have a level-headed pack-leader to make sure I didn't." There was a shuffle in the living room.
"At least you have a way to stop yourself..." I muttered. His fingers captured my chin, turning my eyes up to meet his. I looked away, remembering that my eyes sparkled with murder. But he jerked my chin, making me look back at him.
"You couldn't help yourself Rose. It's not your fault."
"Yes it is!" I whispered desperately. "In every way it is. If I had just went home, or remembered that I needed to hunt, or even ignored the Volturi, then that child wouldn't have died. He didn't have to die, not like that..." There were no tears. The horrified expression of the child's face was implanted in my mind. "I feel horrible about killing animals too. But I always go after the old, the sick, or the weak. I never go after mothers or babies, it's just not right. And a human is no different besides the fact that there are to many now a days. But he was just a child Keith, no older than ten!" I clutched the stone to my chest, right over my heart, and tried to calm myself. I couldn't open up to Keith now, not again. Not when I had already closed myself so much.
"Try and get some sleep Rose," he coaxed. A red flag went up in my head.
"No, I'm not tired." He sighed and shrugged. He laid me down on the pillows and laid next to me. I noticed he was on top of the covers.
"I'm a werewolf, we always have high body temperatures," he explained. I hadn't realized how tired I really was until my eyes slipped closed.
The light coming through the window made me growl and turn away from it. I put my arm over my eyes and let it slip off when the lights were no longer in my face. My arm fell with a very light plop and hit nothing but sheets.
My eyes shot open. He was gone. He had left. What was I going to do? I willed myself not to cry, I tried to batter the tears back. But it was nearly impossible. They spilled over anyway, winning the battle with my emotions. I gasped, letting out a heart clenching sob. My hands slapped over my mouth as I stopped breathing to listen. My cry of distress hadn't attracted anyone. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself. The icy but spicy scent tickled my nose. I turned over and propped myself up on an elbow. In the rocking chair in the corner was the man I definetly didn't want to see.
He tensed when my crimson eyes spotted him. I wanted to growl at him-a knee-jerk reaction now. But I stopped myself. Keith wanted me to count on Edward when he wasn't around. I must keep my promise. He continued to look at me, not moving, and I'm guessing he wasn't breathing either. So he was a stubborn bastard, huh? Keeping this promise was not going to be easy.
"I suppose you came to rub it in my face?" I couldn't think of anything else to say. It was a more polite way of me asking what he was doing here really. His jaw set and his eyes tightened.
"No. Why do you always assume the worst from me?" I raised a brow. "That doesn't count. Not unless you knew what was going to happen when you were an inch tall." I snorted.
"Give me a reason to believe you then." He moved his hands from the arm rests to his lap, folding them neatly in a business-like way.
"Are you giving me a chance?" I shrugged.
"If you want to call it that." In one of my hands was the smooth stone. I ran my thumb over it. He would return, he had to.
"I'm sorry about him. I would have warned you-"
"Just forget about it." I really wasn't up for talking anymore. The denied tears in my eyes were making my eyes puffy which was making me tired. I needed time to get myself together. I needed time before I could deal with Edward. With my heart so open and so vulnerable, I wouldn't be able to take someone else trying to weasel their way in. My heart was my weakness, so I surrounded it with barriers from my mind, turning it into a fortress. It was like someone had infiltrated my defenses and retreated, leaving me open for bandits and thieves.
He stood from the chair, walking over to me slightly nervous. "If you ever need anything Rose," He put a tender hand on my shoulder, one I shook off. Didn't he understand?
"Please, just go. I need to be alone." My voice was low, a definite warning. Next to me he pulled his hand back to his side.
"I understand." He walked to the door so silently I barely heard him. "Forgive me for saying, but it was for the best." I whipped my head around, bearing my teeth to him.
"Get out Edward." Something in his eyes shifted as I called him by his name. It was the first time I called him anything to his face.
He complied to my wishes, leaving my room and shutting the door softly behind him. I let out a deep breath that turned itself into a sob. The stress was becoming much to much. It wouldn't be long before mom told me I had to go to school. I couldn't miss that many days out. Not to mention I needed to save some skipping days for hunting. Thomas would be at school; no doubt he'd be ready to lash out at me about Keith's absence. It seemed like something he would do.
I sat up, rock still in hand, and pulled the covers off of me. I grimaced at the fact I was still in the clothes I had put on...what, almost a week ago? I moved over to the lap-top mom and I shared and turned it on, plopping down in my desk chair. The action gave me a whiff of my own hair, making me gag. It smelt like rain, sewer, and sweat. Not the most attractive combination.
When the computer finally booted up I opened my email. I had four emails within the last two weeks...well, four that meant anything. I deleted twenty-seven spam messages and grunted at my Bulk Mail Guard. It was obviously malfunctioning. I opened the oldest one first. It was from Alan, written in Spanish like most of our messages.
Rose,
I'm on the plane. It's boring. Thought I'd just say that. Besides, the lady sitting next to me keeps staring at me like she wants to eat me.
So, how are things with Keith? Have you called him yet? I bet you haven't you chicken shit, GET A MOVE ON ALREADY! I want nieces and nephews! Lmao, I can say that now since I'm to far for you to kick my ass.
Anyway, get back to me when you can.
Alan.
I was definetly blushing. Alan knew my distaste for children, but the thought of Keith and I being that intimate...well, back then I would have thought it outrageous. A week ago it would have been very possible. Right now it was far beyond my reach.
The second message was from Sarah.
Hola Rosey! I forgot your mama's e-mail address. Do you mind sending it to me?
Gracias loca! Hasta luego!
I clicked Compose and typed quickly.
Hola Sarah! It's IzzySwan on yahoo.
Como esta?
Loca
I clicked Send and opened the next one. It was Alan again.
Uhh, dude, it's been like a week. I know your busy but you can't be that busy. Send me some kind of sign, your freakin' me out!
I smiled and opened the last one. It was from Alan and was in english.
YOU HAVE EXACTLY ONE DAY TO E-MAIL ME BACK. IF YOU DON'T I CAN ASSUME THE WORST AND FLY BACK UP THERE TO SEE WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! THIS IS NOT A BLUFF!
I looked at the date sent. It was two days ago. I smirked and clicked Compose.
Dude, chill out. I've been busy and I forgot to check my e-mail.
For your information I have called Keith. We've been dating since...well...I don't know when. Things are going...ok. What about you Mr. Hotshot?
Ttyl, Rose.
PS- You are never to far for me to kick your ass!!
I hit send. It was short, I wanted it that way. I couldn't very well tell him that I was abducted by vampires, killed a child, and then abandoned by my werewolf boyfriend who's got a bounty on his head. That would make a nice story...not.
I signed out my email and grabbed a towel and comb from a drawer. I slipped out of my room silently and into the bathroom before anyone noticed. I really didn't feel like speaking to anyone at the moment.
The scolding hot water of the shower was more than welcomed. I sighed as the water ran through my hair. The hotel shampoo was alright, but it hardly did the job. Plus, the tiny bottles weren't nearly enough for my hair.
Afterwards I wrapped the towel around myself and padded back into my room. I pulled out a large tee shirt and baggy sweats and slipped them on, combing out my hair and pulling it into a tight braid. I laid back on my bed, ignoring the fact that the water was soaking into my sheets.
There was a gentle knock on my bedroom door. I sighed, hadn't I told him not him bother me?
"Rose?" It was mom. My eyebrows furrowed together in worry. "Can I come in?" I nodded even though she couldn't see.
"Yea, sure." I beckoned I didn't move from my spot. I wasn't sure if I could look into her face at the moment.
She sat on the edge of my bed, not looking at me.
"We need to talk." I said nothing. "Carlisle says that you think I have some hostile feelings towards you. Is this true?" I started to shrug, but then I just nodded instead. "Baby, you know that I couldn't ever feel anything but love for you."
"Then why do you always defend him?" I asked. She looked at me with a puzzled look. I rolled my head so I could see her face.
"What do you mean defend him?" So she didn't even know she was doing it then?
"At the hotel when I said I'd choose Keith. Afterwards you didn't even talk to me or stay in the same room." There was a pause.
"I was disappointed Rose. You shouldn't have chosen a boy over your father."
"But that's just it Mom, he's my father but not my dad. We've had this conversation before."
"I know." It seemed like she was forcing patience into her voice.
"I'm trying to give him a try. Let me just digest first. This is all way to much. Not only that but I've got tons of homework to make up." She nodded and kissed my forehead. I was grateful for such a short talk. That, and that it didn't end in some huge fall out.
When she left I didn't quite feel like going to sleep again. I was tired, but I was no where near sleepy. I stood and in three strides crossed over from my bed to the piano. I ran my fingers along the keys lightly and started to play a classic tune that I knew my heart.
I'm so tired of being here; These wounds won't seem to heal;
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave-
'Cause your presence still lingers here;
And it won't leave me alone.
This pain is just too real;
There's just too much that time cannot erase;
I could hear footsteps on the stairs. They were light and hesitant.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have,
All of me.
Something touched the door knob but I did not stop.
You used to captivate me,
By your resonating life.
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts-
My once pleasant dreams.
Your voice it chased away,
All the sanity in me.
These wounds won't seem to heal; When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears. I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
This pain is just too real;
There's just too much that time cannot erase;
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have,
All of me.
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have,
All of me.
All of me.
Me...
I put my forearm across the sill on the piano, pushing my music binder back, and rested my forehead against my arm. Tears poured off my face and seeped in between the keys. My crimson eyes glowed back at me in my reflection in the black keys. I closed my eyes and listened as something slid down my door, pressing weight on the squeaky floor board right outside my door. I ignored Edward's scent and cried anyway. I didn't bother hiding it, they all knew I was in pain. They were only respecting my request to be left alone. Some part of me really wish that they wouldn't. That they'd barge in here anyway and make me confess about everything bothering me until I was to weak to care anymore. Then I would go to sleep and wake up to everything happy again. I snorted, despite my tears. I was trying to live someone else's fairy tale agian, neglecting the fact that I was already writing my own. It just didn't have a happily ever after.
Sorry, another late update. So...tired...(falls over)