Sorry I know this is a short one...but life has been busy, so I'm just trying to give you guys something :)
Disclaimer: I am stealing this from Stephenie! mwuha...ack, cough, cough...so much for the evil laugh. I am talking to my evil henchmen, I mean lawyers, as we speak, to take it. I don't think it'll work though.
Chapter 5- Anger
"What to do…where to go…what to do…where to go…" My endless muttering had actually turned into singing as I wandered the forest, completely bored, just letting my feet take me where they may.
Soon enough, my feet stopped and so did my singing. I was in front of Their house, the very thing that I was avoiding. This place could do a lot of damage to my fragile mind.
The house looked the same as ever, but it felt eerie. It felt…empty.
"Well duh!" I thought, "Nobody lives there." Jeez, my inner self, or whatever you want to call it, was definitely being a bit harsh to my stupid messed up brain. I shrugged it off though.
Turning my attention back to the outline of the painful white ghost of my past, I realized that I was an idiot. Did I really want to rip my soul up that much, especially right before going to the Volturi?
Sure, why not? My soul was gone, wasn't it?
Slowly, each step filled with caution, I walked up to the door of the white mansion, took a deep breath and opened it. I was not expecting to see what I saw next. The once beautiful house, well it was still beautiful, was empty. I knew that they had left, but it hadn't completely sunk in until now. I moved gingerly, from empty room to empty room. All the books, clothes, everything, except for his piano in one of the rooms, was gone.
Soon enough, I reached his door. Taking a deep breath, I opened it and found it the same as before. The black couch still there, the stereo system, the cd's, all there…exactly how it was when I had last been there. The walls were still that light golden color. The floor was still the softest and fluffiest kind ever.
I stopped breathing when his faint scent reached my nose. No more memories of this after tonight. It would all be in the past, and my past would be erased.
My graceful steps were uneven as I shuffled my way across the room and into his bathroom, which was also the same as before.
For some reason, my brain just now registered that this whole thing was wrong. This was not my house, and I was, technically, breaking into it.
I turned, about to leave, when the image in the mirror caught my eye. The creature staring at me was just that…a creature. Its beauty was inhumanly possible. Its body was too strong and perfect. But looking at its face, I saw that its eyes spoke all the emotions it felt inside, sadness, guilt, and…anger. Yes, it was there. The anger was strong and deep, buried behind the sadness.
Suddenly, I looked at the beautiful creature as a whole. Despite its flawlessness, it just wasn't good enough. This creature was not good enough for this life, this house, this family that had lived here. This creature was not good enough for Him. I was not good enough for him. No matter what happened, I was not good enough for Edward.
The creature in the mirror snarled when I thought his name. That creature was me, and that anger, which now visibly shone through, belonged to me.
I stared back at my furious reflection. Each passing minute, I became even angrier at him, at them, at everything.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt my right hand curl up in a fist and pull back. Suddenly, an explosion of glass and reflected light sparkled throughout the bathroom as I punched and broke the mirror.
It was all in slow motion too, and I felt the anger scream with victory at my actions. But, it wanted more. And they said that jealousy was the monster. No, anger was definitely the biggest monster of all.
After all, it was anger that pulled all the cd's off the walls. It was anger that ripped the fine, black leather couch into shreds. And it was anger that destroyed the shiny, black, baby grand piano.
I walked out of that white house with a sense of victory. This anger was the key to joining the Volturi. This anger was the key to escaping any sadness. This anger was the key to forgetting the past and moving on.
But, most of all, this anger was the key to my survival.
Don't worry, I know what Bella's power will be already, and let me just say, it's very powerful. coughlikealotofpowerscough
I was also hoping to get to the Volturi part soon, but I realized that I hadn't exactly figured out what would happen at first so haha well just have to see.