A.N. Thank you for all of the reviews. I tried to make this chapter longer. Sorry for the mess up.
Forks, Washington
Thank God it is the weekend! I would not be able to have made it through school. I have so much on my mind. Mainly, what's up with Edward and what is up with these dreams? I, for some reason, did not homework, so that leaves a lot of time to think. Plus, Charlie is going fishing, so I'm going to be alone.
I was really annoyed when I woke up this morning. Then I realized that I was going to draw. I just remembered that I liked to draw. I know I should be freaked out or surprised, but it doesn't. There is so, many things going on lately, I keep thinking weird things. Like that everything here is not real. I would look at thing and it would all hazy, like when it's hot out and you look at cement. But, I am in Forks, it is not hot. I don't know why this is happening to me I have this feeling, it's kind of in the background, and I have no idea what it is. I will come up with it.
After I was awake enough to move I got ready to leave. I was going to wander around to find something to draw. I looked through the boxes to see if I packed my drawing stuff. I couldn't find them. The must be with my journals. I did manage to find a pencil, and plain white paper. I went downstairs, grabbed a cereal bar, and went out the back door.
I walked into the forest and followed the path. I was not going to leave the path, I did not want to get lost and eaten. I eventually found a break in all of the trees. In the middle was a tree stump with a smooth top. "I now proclaim this my creative spot. Oh great, now I'm talking to myself." At that moment I heard someone laughing. I am talking to myself and hearing things.
I went over to the tree stump and sat down. I looked at the trees, trying to decide which ones were better looking. They all looked the same, which meant they were not good looking. I started to draw the beach I kept seeing in my dreams. By the time it was almost evening, I had finished. It looked almost exactly as it was in my dreams, but in black and white. I need to find some good colored pencils. Forks probably won't have them, so I should go to Seattle or something.
On my way back to the house, I heard singing. It was the most beautiful voice in the world. I think I have heard it before. I originally thought it was one of the neighbors or a passing car blasting the stereo, but the volume stayed the same as I got closer to the house. It was almost like it was next to me. It stopped when I got out of the forest.
By the time I ate dinner, I was hungry, I didn't eat lunch, and I put my stuff away, I was tired. I got ready to go to bed. I slept a little, but didn't dream. When I woke up I thought I saw Edward in my room, but he wasn't. I went back to sleep.
I am in a different place than I usually am. I can't see anything, it is so dark. Darkness seems to be moving like it is alive. I suddenly see two people in front of me, but not their faces. I try to go to them, but I can't move. Then suddenly they are blown away by a strong wind and the darkness moves towards me and almost swallows me up.
I wake up with a start. I am covered in sweat and the sheets are thrown everywhere.
Forks, Washington
I know what the feeling is. I feel disconnected…
