So this is my 2nd chapter. I'm just copying all from my notebook where I had been writing
Once aain y'all know that all of the characters are stephenie meyers'.
But I'm thinking aout creating my own.
Now imma shut up and let you read the story
enjoy!
"Jacob, your mom was the one who...who suffered the most" he started. I counldn't tell where this was going.
"Her spine was broken and she had a skull fracture. When she arrived at the hospital it was too late; the doctors couldn't save her."
There was a deep silence. Charlie wasn't n looking at me.
"Charlie," I started "What are yo telling me?" I wanted him to tell me the truth.
Charlie sighed and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Your mother died" he told me softly.
My heat started beating so fast , as if I had ran for a long time; I felt something burning in my throat along with a lump growing in the same place. My chest felt heavy against my small body. I had never so much pain before. Yes, I was in pain. Automatically, my eyes were filled with tears . I wanted to say something but this pain didn't let me. I couldn't put the letters together to make words and then sentences.
Charlie was still there, holding me. Waiting for me to react to the news.. The tears were now rolling down my face like a waterfall. I couldn't hold them back.
I finally managed to speak.
"She's...dead?" I still couldn't believe it. It didn't feel...right.
Charlie had to be lieing. That had to be it. I shook my head in denial.
"No Charlie. That's impossible. My mom always told me that she was very strong. Not even a car accident could hurt her!"
Charlie looked at me and smiled. But I could still see the sadness that haunted his eyes.
"I know that Sarah was a strong woman. But this time, she wasn't strong enough." He answered.
Once again, I felt that pain. I couldn't accept this: my mother, dead. It just couldn't be. What would happen to my dad? He would be so unhappy without her. What about me and my sisters? She couldn't leave us. Not right now.
"She can't have died. I need her!" I said between sobs with tears running furiously down my face.
Sadness invaded me. I would miss every single thing about her: her smile, her voice, her food...
My sobs came out louder without me realising it. They soon turned into loud cries. Charlie tried conforting me in vain.
I started to get put of the bed to go look for her, only to find that underneath the quilt, my left leg was in a cast. I wanted to shout the baddest, dirtiest word ever, but I remembered my mom telling me that I shouldn't repeat the things I hear the boys saying around he neighborhood. Besides, Charlie was there. If he heard me, he would probably arrest me.
I ignored the cast and continued to head out of the bed.
"Where do you think you're going Jake?" Charlie asked with in an amzed and confused face.
"I'm going to look for my mom." I answered as I dragged my feet to the door. The stupid cast was slowing me down. Stupid, stupid cast.
"No, no, no young man." Charlie said. He beat me to the door. "You're going back to the bed and stay there."
Was he giving me an order? He was the sheriff but he wasn't my dad!
I knew I wouldn't be going anywhere, so I climbed back to the bed with Charlie's help.
"What about my sisters? When will I see them?" I asked while Charle settled himself in a chair next to my bed.
"They might be coming later. They need some rest" he replied running his hand down his face. He seemed tired. "But meanwhile, there is someone here to see you."
I wondered who it would be.
Charlie opened the door and my very good friend came in the room.
"Bella!"
My eyes were wide with amazement.
"Hi Jake" she answered. She stayed there lokking at me.
Bella was ten, two years older than me. She was actually Rebecca's best friend, but still, she played with me whenever her parents came over to our house in La Push.
"How's your leg?" she asked pointing at the cast.
"It's ok I guess. I hate being in the hospital. It really freaks me out."
She smiled and came closer to me. She was going to hold my hand, when she tripped on a wire next to he bed. Clumsy, clumsy Bella.
"If you trip again, you're going to end up in a hospital bed with a cast, jut like me!" She laughed and I laughed too. When we stopped, she opened her mouth to say something. Then she looked down.
"I've...I've heard about...I know what happened to Sarah" she whispered. Her face red and I could she that she was having a hard time too.
She waited for me to say something. I didn't know what to say.
"I still can't believe it."I finally told her. "Just yesterday she was baking me cookies and now she's gone..."
"Don't worry," She told me quietly " everything is going to be fine. Billy is a strong man and the twin are suer brave. But if it makes you happy, I'll ask my dad to go to your house everyday!"
I smiled at the proposition. It would be nice to have her around smiling and tripping.
"Sure, sure." I said "That would be nice."
At the same time, the door opened. A man in a wheelchair apperared. His face showed sadness, he was tired, but also relieved.
" Dad!" I shouted standing up.
Once again I wanted to et out of the bed, but Charlie sent me a warning look and I gave up.
The nurse wheeled my dad towards me.
"Jake" he asked holding my hand "How are you son?"
"I'm okay." I sighed. "Is it really true? Is she really gone?"
My da looked at me straight in the eye and nodded. Once again I was in pain. The ears decided to come again.
"Jake don't worry. I'm here and so are your sisters. Your mother might be gone. But she'll always watching us from wherever she is alright?"
I nodded.
"Remember what she used to say?" he asked with a half smile.
"Quileute men are warriors. And warriors..." I looked at him "think and fight together." we finished in unison.
My dad nodded approvingly.
Mom would always tell me this along with our tribe legends.
"You son are a warrior. And I know that whatever you do from now on, your mother will be watching you."
He squeezed my hand gently and looked me in the eyes.
Even after all of these bad things happened, my dad was still so strong. I really admired him.
Billy Black is my hero.