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Blind Bella Chapter five:
Charlie was well absorbed in his baseball game on TV, so I was able to get through the evening without him suspecting anything unusual in my face or tone. When I got tired of listening to the roars of the sports games, I said goodnight and headed up to bed. But I didn't sleep for a long time.
Eventually, exhaustion overcame me and I slipped into unconsciousness. I vaguely knew I was dreaming, but only because of the colors. Jade, emerald, and various shades of green were everywhere. I could hear the ocean in the distance. I had to get to it, to see it! Jacob Black came to me and began to pull me back into the darkness.
"Hey Bella!" Mike Newton called. I couldn't see him, but I still struggled against Jacob to reach the sunlight. With a yelp, he let go and fell into the darkness. I heard a soft growl from where he had disappeared. Before I could scream, Edward Cullen, or my brains version of, stepped into the sunlight's path. His form was heavily shaded, no features were clear. He took one step and a pair of fangs glistened menacingly. A reddish-brown wolf burst from the dense foliage to defend me from the vampire, it's own fangs aiming for the jugular.
"No!" I gasped. Grabbing the pillow I dove under the covers. Of course it had no effect on the light, or lack thereof, but it gave a sense of safety.
It was all no use, of course. My subconscious had dredged up exactly the images I'd been trying so desperately to avoid. I was going to have to face them now. I heaved myself out of bed and ran my hand over the clock. Seven forty-five. It was a Sunday, Charlie would be fishing. He gave me more independence than was probably safe, but right now I honestly appreciated it.
Suddenly I felt embarrassed. It was all so stupid. Here I am, sitting in my room, trying not to, but still thinking about vampires. What kind of brain-clouding effect was Forks having on me? I had the sudden urge to escape the confining walls of the house.
When I flung open the door, still not sure of where I would even go, I realized it was heavily drizzling. Instead of running out into the world, I settled for the front porch. The seat of my jeans dampened as I rested on the step. Sitting here in my black world, listening to the raindrops increasing in frequency and the rustles of the forest, it was much easier to believe in the impossible. Much easier to ask the vital question once again. Could the Cullens be vampires?
Well, they were obviously something. Something beyond the normal understandings of science. Whether it be Jacob's cold ones or my own super-hero theories, Edward was not... human. I was sensually limited, but I could tell he was different. The cold skin, the speed- it was all coming together.
So... even if it was true, what was I going to do about it?
For the week my head spun in answerless circles. Edward was not present for the entire week, it was apparently sunny. The puzzle prices were slowly clicking together. I really wanted to compare him with the new suspicions that plagued my mind.
Jessica, Angela, and I had plans to go to Port Angeles to shop for dresses. I wasn't going to the dance, but I wanted to do something besides ponder and mope.
"Come on Bella! This'll be so much fun!" Jessica gushed as I clambered into her car Saturday morning, exactly a week after the La Push beach trip.
"Yes, you can tell us if the fabric will be comfortable." Angela chimed in.
"I'm sure Jessica will be as blinded as me by all the 'latest fashions', forgetting that she'll be in pain the whole evening." I laughed. Jessica poked me from her position as driver, but giggled as well. I was all for comfy clothing, I can't see the patterns or style, so I don't care.
I wasn't particularly interested as I should have been while the girls where shopping. I was preoccupied with Edward, and last Sunday's dream. Even before the accident I wasn't a fashion girl. While I was in Arizona Renee was growing increasingly frustrated with my sweatpants and hoodie ensemble,
There was one thing I was sure of, if I was sure of anything. The dark Edward in my dream last night was a reflection only of my fear of the words Jacob had spoken, and not Edward himself.
It was not in fear for myself that I cried out "no", but rather fear for Edward. Even as he beckoned to me with sparkling fangs, I feared that the wolf would harm him, and therefore me.
In that I had my answer. Anything that harms Edward would hurt me. I had already fallen deep. It was a relief to come to the conclusion that I wanted- had- to be with him, but it was tainted with despair. How would this ever work?
"Earth to Isabella..." Jessica called. I jumped out of my thoughts and into the real world, where mythical creatures did not exist. "Will this one be soft enough to wear all night?" she joked. They had narrowed the choices down to several different choices. I ran my hand over the silk.
"Those seems might bother you, but I'm sure it's beautiful." I advised. She made a sound of pleasure and I heard the cashier ringing them up. Angela gently touched my shoulder.
"I still need to find a dress. You up for it?"
I hesitated for a moment. There was a Braille and audio bookstore I had wanted to check out. I had gotten the directions beforehand as well.
"You know, there's a bookstore I wanted to check out. Can I meet you at the dinner in an hour?" I arranged.
Jessica's shopping bags crinkled in time with her footsteps as she approached. "Can you do it?" she checked
"Of course." I huffed. All I needed was my cane and I could be as mobile as anyone else. When I exited the boutique I began to feel bad for snapping at them. They didn't know much about blindness, and where only trying to help.
Nevertheless, I headed toward the bookshop. I selected several volumes that I would listen to later. Purchases in hand, I began to walk to the Italian restaurant. On the way back I got a bit disorientated. The city was set up like a web and the cars zooming past confused me. I took another turn and the noise of passing vehicles quieted.
"Hello sugar." a man called from about twenty feet away. My cane tapped a wall and I felt the air chill.
"Oh, a blind one. She's in for some surprises." another male taunted. I shivered, and backed into the wall. Footsteps, at least four sets, approached. A clammy hand stroked my cheek. I slapped it away.
"Feisty. Too bad-" his sweet-talk was interrupted by screeching tires.
"Get In!" another man shouted.
