Chapter Eleven
Hazel's POV
Wanderlust; a strong desire to travel. When I was younger, all I wanted to do was go to some other place, somewhere worldly. Maybe India, or Russia. Somewhere that wasn't Washington or Georgia, somewhere I've never been before. Standing here, watching the waves crash on the rocks, brings back that feeling of wanderlust. Wherever I was, was beautiful. The ocean was blue and it seemed to go on for miles on miles. The white of the rapids on the sand and the rocks was calming, the wind caused my hair to whip against my face and the dress I was wearing to wrap and unwrap around my legs. I don't know how I got here, but I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to leave. One second I was driving to Forks, and the next all I felt was pain and then I opened my eyes I was here.
I couldn't help but feel saddened as well as blissful. Was I dead? What about Penny? My heart broke at the thought of my daughter and I clenched my fist over my chest. Was she okay? Was she alive? Is she in pain? Who was going to take care of her? I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but they wouldn't fall.
"Hazel." The voice was soft, and motherly. I whipped my head behind me to see my birth mother. She looked just like the photo in the obituary. I felt more tears gather in my eyes, but they still wouldn't fall. I had her hair and her eyes, I was the spitting image of her and that made me happy. Her blonde hair was lighter than mine, but it still showed with brown highlights. Her eyes were a shade darker, but they were still hazel. She walked toward me and opened her arms for me. I fell into her arms and dry sobbed until it got to the point that I was sobbing so hard I was going to be sick.
"Am I dead?" I asked in a shakey voice, I so desperately didn't want to be. I couldn't leave my daughter alone in this world.
"I'm sorry, baby. You're in purgatory. The world between heaven and hell." I felt my heart break even more at her words. I was dead? But, that wasn't fair!
"This isn't fair. What about Penny? She was in the car with me, if she's not here then where is she?" I pulled out of her arms and looked into her eyes.
"She's alive, baby. She made it out okay. Your side of the car took the brunt of the hit, and it the steering wheel jammed into your chest. I'm so sorry, hunny." I dropped to my hands and knees and I screamed no, over, and over again. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe any of this.
"Th-then why are you here? You died 20 years ago, so why are you still here?"
"I was waiting for you, Hazel. Baby, I didn't want to leave you. I wanted to be there to see you grow up, it breaks my heart that chance was taken away from me. But, I'm happy Charlie and Renee were able to raise you and giving you a loving home. But, I have you now and now we can be together." I suddenly felt rage fill my entire being. Now we could be together? Was she fucking serious? I rose to my feet and turned my heated gaze to her.
"Now we can be together? I'm being ripped away from my daughter and my family, and all you can say is now we can be together?! That's not good enough! I shouldn't be here, I should be alive and I should be home in Forks with my daughter."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, I'll leave you alone to your thoughts and I'll be back a little later." She reached for me, but I flinched away from her hand. She gave me a thoughtful look and then she was gone.
I looked up to the sky and cursed God and every other God out there. I couldn't be dead, there's no way. I still felt my heart beating in my chest. It was faint and it was weak, but it was there. I sighed and rubbed my eyes before making my way down to the sand. Maybe I was in a coma, or just having a nightmare. Yeah, that's what it was. Just a nightmare. When I got down to the sand, I saw a figure sitting in the distance. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see who it was, but they were too far away. Before I could stop myself, my feet were making their way down the beach to this person. As I got closer I felt my breath caught in my throat. The figure was Paul.
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Paul's POV
I felt her before I looked up at her. She was dressed in a long flowy white dress. She looked beautiful but out of place. I didn't know her very well, but she didn't strike me as the dressy type of girl. She seemed more like the jeans and T-shirt kinda girl, and that was totally fine with me. She took a seat next to me and layed her head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm arounc her and sighed.
"You're dead, too?" Her voice was so soft and so low that I almost didn't hear her. I chuckled before answering her.
"Sure looks like it, kiddo."
"I'm not a kid," she sniffed. I could hear the smile in her voice though. I felt her pain, and I know she felt mine, too. Even in purgatory, she was still my stupid imprint. This wasn't fair to either of us, but I couldn't be mad at her. It's not her fault the world is so fucked up. There was no way for us to be dead though, I could faintly hear her heartbeat and I felt mine in my chest. I closed my eyes and sighed.
"We can't really be dead, right? I mean, if I were dead I know for a fact I wouldn't be here. I'd be on the first track to hell." She chuckled lightly at my words and raised her head from my shoulder.
"I guess that's true, but if we're not dead, then what the hell is happening to us?" She looked at me but all I could do was shrug my shoulder.
"The real question is, who the hell knows?"
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Third POV
It's been two weeks since Hazel's accident. Two weeks since she's been in a medical induced coma. She had to be placed under one to prevent her from waking up too soon and risking more damage to her injuries. The truck had crushed the entire driver side door into her and jammed the steering wheel into her chest. Her entire left side was crushed and during the impact her head snapped forward and cracked into the windshield, causing an aneurysm. As soon as her heart stopped in the ambulance, Paul's did too.
Paul felt everything that Hazel felt, he felt every break and every faint beat of her heart. He, too, was in a coma because Hazel was in one as well. It's been two weeks since Charlie and Bella heard of the accident, and two weeks little P has been wondering when her mommy was going to wake up.
The little girl suffered from minor scratches and was screaming for her mom to wake up while they were waiting for help. Two weeks since Penny has spoken to anyone, she feared greatly that her mommy wouldn't wake up. No one had heard from Anthony since he came to Forks and tried to take Penny away a week ago. She was screaming at the tops of her lungs to get him to stop trying to grab her from Charlie's arms. In turn, Charlie filed for a restraining order for Penny and Hazel both. Anthony left without much trouble after that, except for the promise of returning for both his girls.
Patrols with the pack continued, but with Paul out of commition, Sam was limited. There have been sightings of a redheaded leach around the area, and without his best fighter, Sam refused to attack in case one of his men would get seriously injured.
Jake and Bella visited Hazel as often as they could, but with the redhead being in the area, Jake didn't like having Bella off the rez much. Bella didn't understand why, no one in the pack would tell her anything. But she was too worried about her sister to question much of anything.
Charlie was in the worst shape of them all. He would barely eat, and he rarely went home. He and Penny practically lived at the hospital. Sue has been amazing and making sure Penny has been getting everything she needs, but she still wouldn't say anything. The whole family were hurting.
Paul's parents came to check on him every so often, but they understood the situation. Paul would wake up when Hazel woke up, but until them there was nothing they could do but wait. He was breathing on his own, and if weren't for the IV in his arm giving him the needed fluids he would just look like he was sleeping. Everyone was suffering from Hazel's accident, and no one knew when the two would wake up. Not even the doctors.
It was up to the hands of fate and time, now.
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