Hey guys! Chapter 1, YAY! I know it's short and I'm sorry but the further I go, the longer they'll get. I'm sleepy and had about thirty minutes to do this, so be kind. LOL. Enjoy!(:
"I watched you change
into a fly
I looked away
you were on fire..."
She unlocked the doors of her old red Chevy, stepping out ever so carefully onto the late November ice. She knew how clumsy she was and had seemed to be more careful after the...incident.
She had her backpack slung over her shoulder, and a french textbook tucked under her arm as she unlocked the front door of Charlie's house, and stepped inside.
The lock clicked, and then I could hear her trudging up the steps, her feet bare. She sat her books down, taking out a pencil, calculator, pen, and blank paper, readying herself for homework. Leaving her desk ready for work, she pulled off her deep brown cardigan, and although I could easily see her beginning to strip herself of her shirt and the rest of her clothes, I looked away. I already felt bad watching her every other moment of her life, I would not watch this. No matter how strong my animalistic need was.
I turned in the forest, catching the strong scent of a buck. Without a glance back at Bella, I ran, easily catching up to my prey.
The hot shower felt amazing after the long day I had endured. Another day of missing him, needing him, and wanting him. Nothing seemed right without him there beside of me.
I missed Alice as well, her bright eyes and bouncing black hair visited my dreams constantly. Esme's warm motherly voice, Carlisle's strong paternal appearance, Emmett's playful grin, Rosalie's beautiful face, and Jasper's hold on her emotions were things I constantly ached for. But I wanted Edward more.
I wanted his arms wrapped around me again, like they were when he dragged me to prom and we had sat outside in the dusky twilight. I wanted him to kiss me as he had done in the forest, the first time I'd went anywhere with him and actually trusted him. I missed the way he'd stroke my hair at night, or hold me as I sat in his lap, in the old rocking chair that sat in my room.
I wanted him back. I wanted everything back.
But that could never happen.
Edward had looked me in the eye and told me he didn't want me. I didn't understand him at first. It was almost like I was underwater and he was above water, and I had to strain to decode his words. He didn't want me? After he'd confessed what he was? After he showed me everything about his family, his family members, their history, and all their beliefs?
No...it couldn't be true.
But then, I was just plain old Bella. He was Edward Cullen. A one hundred year old immortal who could have his choice of girls. So in a sense...the first sense I'd had about the whole situation...it did make COMPLETE sense.
I sighed, shaking off my thoughts and stepping out of the shower. I tied up my dull brown hair, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I put my clothes in the laundry and tidied my room before going down to the kitchen to begin dinner. I put on a pot of water and once it began to boil, I shook a box of spaghetti noodles into it. I stirred them every few minutes, staring out the window into the gray sky. I wondered where Edward was. What he was doing. Did he miss me like I missed him? I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I had to clear my head. He was gone. Never coming back.
Once I finished making dinner, I ate a bite or two and then put lids on the pots to keep their contents hot until Charlie arrived. I bounded up the steps, eager to finish my french, trig, and history homework.
I walked through my doorway, a chill shaking me to my core. I looked over, not remembering leaving the window open.
I shrugged, walking over to it, and shutting it tightly. I bit my lip, standing there for just a second, and then slowly sat on the bed to start my homework.