My breathing slowed to a halt. My heart was beating out of my chest, pounding in my eardrums, none of this could be real. Right? I didn't know if to go on search the entire woods over, or to collapse that very second. Going on seemed impossible, now that half of my heart was ripped apart. But I had to, I would run this entire forest 1,000 times if I had even the slightest chance of seeing him again. So I ran, and I ran until my feet betrayed me, slipping over a raised root from one of the trees covering me in every direction. When I hit the soggy green ground I finally lost all my strength, or what was left of it. I screamed his name over and over, in hopes he'd rush back and hold me up, telling me this was a huge mistake. He never came. The darkness did.
A few hours must have passed since I fell here, and my face was wet with tears. My clothes wet from the mossy earth I had no intention on moving from. In that moment I almost wished I was dead, I fell into the unconsciousness wishing this was a dream. Waking up back to the dark ground I fell on only confirmed to me what I thought, for a split second, could have been a nightmare. Balling my hands into fist, and I held them close to me as I let out a cry of pain. The darkness covered me, but the sounds I gave out must have alerted something in the woods I was here. Again my heart sank, not of fear but for longing. Did he come back for me? Did he realize this was all a mistake? No, after what felt like an hour but was probably only minutes the sounds retreated. Trying to get up and leave seemed like a wasted effort, the trees hid any possibility of light, and I had no clue which way to head towards. So I laid there, with my face in the mud, silently sobbing myself back to a dreamless sleep.
When I was little and would visit Charlie during the summer we would stay up late and watch cheesy comedy movies until one of us fell asleep. It was usually me, and after I would doze off he carried me to bed. Sometimes I'd wake up from the jostle of it, others I was too far asleep and wouldn't notice a thing. We hadn't done that in years, so I was surprised someone (who was human) was carrying me off. Blinking my eyes open I saw tanned skin, and black eyes looking down on me, Sam. Sam was one of the Natives who lived on the reservation with Jacob and Billy Black. I realized Charlie must have called as many people as he could to help find me when he noticed I was missing. Calling Billy and some of the boys from the reservation would probably be one of his first calls. Then my heart sank as my thoughts began to reel in, Charlie. I had no idea what time it was. Honestly, in all that was happening it was possible I slept a whole day and was awake again the next night. My stomach tightened and my tears began to fall, realizing without intending to, I hurt him again. I swore after the last time this wouldn't happen ever again, and I failed him . My tears and gasped breaths must have alerted Sam I was conscious again, as he stopped for a second. Looking down on me his black eyes were filled with sadness, and speaking gently "Bella, are you awake? I know it's a bit dark, but it's Sam Uley from the reservation." he paused for a moment, trying to ask me gently "are you...okay?". I knew he didn't mean physically because that was easy enough to see on its own. My hair was matted down with a twig and damp, jacket torn and soaked, and my face had a smudge of mud running along the side. No, Sam was asking me if I was mentally okay. I collected myself for a moment that seemed to go on forever. Looking back at him, my throat seemed to drop to my stomach and I breathed out "No".