Chapter 4: Vampires aren't so bad, now I'll tell u what's really bad… love.
We sat on my bad and talked for a while about nothing really. Like friends would talk. About why I only had a father and how my mother died. I never liked the topic but I would cry and then laugh at the moments that I once shared with my loving mother.
He leaped put of my window and went to his home, I assumed. It's a little weird to say that you knew a vampire. Yet I told him that I would never tell a single soul, or my diary, which I never even used. I think that maybe I could call him my first real friend in forks. I only really knew him for today but we know more about each other than more people who I've known for a longer time…
It was now the next day after my first real encounter with a vampire. It was night. After I would read till like twelve and then stare at my ceiling waiting for sleep to take me. But this time I didn't get to sleep at around twelve thirty. I just couldn't, all I could think about was Jasper. Would he come back again? He got what he needed, probably. But I kind of wanted for him to come back. Not just to find out the juicy details about being immortal, but that his stories would last a lifetime to tell and I enjoyed him talking. There was something about the way that we talked the day or two before. Some magic, like we've known each other for a while.
A tear dripped from my eye as I lay there thinking about if he would ever come back. And then remembering us talking about my mother:
"Bella, I want to ask something." He said.
"Yeah…"
"When I was looking at your pictures I realized that they all had your mother in them, when you where little. But as the pictures went by they stopped having her in them. When you were what like six?" He said, "Is she deceased?"
I looked at the floor of my bedroom and a tear fell from my face and onto my left leg. "Yeah," I managed to say.
"If it's a hard topic for you to deal with, I understand."
"No, it's fine. It was years ago." I whipped my tear with my hand. "Okay, I'll tell you…."