Okay, yes I know, I've basically been gone for a year and not updated anything! But - I did finish the last story just a couple of days ago, I promise! This plot bunny just wouldn't leave me alone… it kept me up all night till I finally put it to paper. *sigh* so much for a decent night's sleep… at the price of my sanity, please enjoy and leave a comment and tell me what you think! Without further ado, onto the story!
I am not Stephenie Meyer, so I don't own any of these characters….
He left me. He doesn't want me. He left me. He doesn't want me.
Edwards words ring through my head over and over again, haunting me. Part of me realizes it was probably for the best that he left. I was never going to be good enough for him anyways. Stupid pathetic human. That's all I am.
"Bella? Dinner's ready." My dad said, standing in the doorway of my room.
I didn't answer him, too lost in my own grief to really care about food. I wouldn't need food if I wasn't human. With an audible sigh, I hear him turn and leave the room, footsteps echoing as he made his way down the stairs.
It'd been two months since he left. Him and his family. I wrapped my arm around my torso in an attempt to close the gaping hole that ripped and pulsed in pain at the thought of them. In my mind's eye, I can see them all. Standing and smiling their perfect smiles, waving their perfect hands, and turning their perfect backs on me. Leaving. All alone. I curled into a tight ball in my bed and sobbed silently until sleep took me.
"Hush now child. Hush." A voice whispered in my ear.
I jolted up, uncurling from the fetal position I had been in, and looked around. A sunlit forest surrounded me. Bright and muted greens from the foliage seemed to be otherworldly. The soft browns on the forest floor appeared to almost shimmer in the sunlight. Confused as to why I wasn't in my bed, I searched the forest before me and found nothing.
"Hello? Who are you? What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice cracking from the shiver of fear that trickled down my spine.
Warm laughter filled the air around me. It seemed to almost embrace me with its melody. "Calm yourself child. I mean you no harm."
"Show yourself, if you really mean no harm." I demanded, unable to keep the quiver from my voice.
A movement from directly in front of me caught my attention. I pure white wolf, seemingly iridescent, silently padded towards me with careful steps.
Panicking, I shuffled backwards as quickly as I could, realizing very quickly that I was: 1. Still on the ground. 2. I had nothing to protect myself from this animal. 3. Very much aware that I was still in the pjs I wore to bed.
The white wolf stopped advancing on me and cocked its head to the side, looking at me with too-intelligent eyes.
"Do not be afraid, child. I promised no harm will come to you, and I always keep my word."
Freezing, I locked eyes with the beautiful creature whose eyes seemed to glint with a hint of humor.
"I have watched you, since you were just a young child. You visited my forests once every warm season. You brought such laughter and joy to my forest. Yet, this time, you have lingered and in such pain. Do you wish to heal from your pain, child?"
"What do you mean? Who are you?!"
"You may call me Nashoba. I am the wolf spirit of these forests. My children are of the Quileute tribe. You may not be of my forests, but you are a favored child nonetheless. Do you wish to be healed from your pain, child?" The iridescent wolf, Nashoba, asked again.
Do I want to heal from this pain? Would I forget them? How could this creature help me?
Even as doubts and questions filled my head, I answered Nashoba honestly.
"Yes."
And the world went black.
Gasping, I jolted up and frantically looked around me. I was in my bed, in my room at Charlie's house. It was still dark out, so I knew I had fallen asleep at some point. What an odd dream.
"Quileutes are supposedly descendants of wolves." Jacobs voice rings through my head, a long forgotten part of a memory suddenly runs through my mind.
It must be just a coincidence, no way my dream and Jacobs story are connected… right?
Right. It was just a dream. Looking at the clock on my bedside table, reading 3:19am, I rolled over and went back to sleep, peacefully.
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