I was walking down First Beach in La Push. It was late, and the sun was finally setting, bringing the full moon. I wasn't close to the shore, though; I was walking beside the forest line, pacing, waiting for something I didn't know I was waiting for. I suddenly stopped and gazed out at the sunset. The sight was absolutely breathtaking, and I couldn't look away.
Then I felt the warmth on my hand. I wanted to turn towards the warmth, but my body wouldn't let me. It started to spread from my hand all the way throughout my body and I gasped when I realized it was a hand giving me the heat.
Finally, I was able to turn my head and look to see who it was. But before I could see the person's face, everything went black. The heat was ripped away from me and was replaced by an awful coldness. Tears ran down my face at the painful temperature. I was shivering in this dark world, completely alone. I desperately wanted my heat back.
I woke up with a gasp and tried to sit up. I groaned softly as the pain went through my body. Carefully, I opened my eyes just a bit to see my father and a stranger at the foot of the bed I was laying on. They both had their police officer suits on. Before them, I could see my left leg was covered in a cast and outside of my blanket. For a moment my ears started to ring. I looked around the room in a panic, trying to figure out where I was.
The room was very bright. My bed comforter was white as were the floors and walls. There was a window to my left that showed a parking lot covered in rain puddles. I saw cards and flowers sitting on the window sill, and a bottle of water on the nightstand next to my bed.
Looking back to my father, I started to hear things more clearly.
"..Down a hill? How...The world is that...How'd she…"His voice kept coming in and out. It was hard to understand what he was saying.
"Dad?" I tried to speak.
He whipped his head towards me, not bothering to finish his sentence. He bolted to the right side of the bed and grabbed my arm that was full of wires and tubes.
"Oh, baby girl," he said, "finally you're awake! How are you feeling?"
"Um," I croaked, "my ankle and foot hurt, I guess. I have a headache and my chest hurts as well."
"Here, drink some water." he grabbed out a cup from a tray to my right and filled the cup with water. He put a straw in it and held it to me.
I coughed as I tried to swallow several small sips of the water. My throat hurt lots.
"How long was I out for?" I finally asked.
"A few days, sweetheart," he looked at me with sadness in his eyes. "Do you remember what happened?"
Oh, boy did I ever. Edward taking me to the clearing, breaking my foot, kicking me, and the wolves helping me. And Silver, the way his eyes made me forget my pain and then passing out.
Dad wouldn't like to hear that.
"Uh, no. what happened?" I put on my best poker face.
"Well, you remember Sam Uley?"
"Yeah, I remember meeting him at First Beach awhile ago. Why?"
"He's the one you found you. He said he went hiking in the mountains and saw you at the bottom of a hill. He carried you out of the woods and called an ambulance. What were you doing, Bells?" he asked, clear panic in his voice. "I thought I lost you. You weren't waking up."
I fell asleep in the clearing. In front of wolves. How the hell did Sam find me at the bottom of a hill?
"I don't remember going to a hill, dad. Do I have a concussion?"
"Yeah. it's what knocked you out for a few days. Maybe that's why you can't remember what happened because you hit your head so hard on a rock."
Wow. It seems like there's an entire story made up.
"You get some more sleep, Bella," he told me, "You're gonna be lying in bed for awhile. Might as well start healing now."
And I did.
From then on, for months, I suffered in pain; physically and mentally.
Edward left me in both states. I barely moved, ate, slept, or talked. I always had a tight feeling in my chest, like something is missing.
Sometimes it would go away at night time. I would feel like someone's watching over me. And some of those nights, I moved my rocking chair as best as I could in front of my window so I could stare out into the woods, hoping my three wolves would come back to my rescue. But that never happened.
Instead, I continued going on with life as best as I could. After two months, my foot and ankle had completely healed. I was able to walk, shower, and move without Charlie helping me. It was like I was free.
Once in awhile during those couple of months, Sam would come over to my house and sit with me, even if all I did was listen to him and not speak to him back. He would tell me about his girlfriend, his friends, and whatever that was bothering him. He would hug me or kiss my forehead when he was finished and would leave. Sam doing that made me feel better, even if it was only for a few hours. It showed me he cared, and I looked up to him as an older brother.
One day, I decided to go outside after waking up from a nap. I felt the same tingly feeling I usually felt at night. The day was gloomy and dark. The sun was covered by clouds. Charlie was at work, and I skipped school again. I changed into decent clothes just in case someone caught me outside.
When I opened my back door, I felt safe. I knew that someone or something was in the woods and them watching over me made me feel good. Cared for.
I took a few steps on my porch, then shut the door behind me. I kept walking in front of me until I met the forest line. I stared at it and tried to find anything watching me. I saw nothing.
I went into the forest, wincing when I remembered the last time walking into the forest with Edward. I didn't see or hear anything, so I continued to walk.
Unexpectedly, I heard twigs snap to my right. I whipped my head to the side to see if I could see what made the noise. When I saw nothing, I walked in the direction I heard the sound. I moved slowly, trying not to scare whatever made the noise away.
When I came closer, I could hear the breathing of an animal more clearly. I wasn't scared of what could be in front of me. Any normal person would be terrified probably. I, personally, don't care about my safety anymore, so I picked up the pace.
I heard another pile of twigs in the direction I was walking and stopped moving. I could tell it was walking closer to me.
Suddenly, I saw an outline of a massive creature. The eyes were a dark chocolate brown. I felt compelled to look into the eyes of this beast. It continued to saunter forward until I knew who it was.
"Silver," I breathed.
It huffed a breath at me and stopped moving. I held its gaze as I stumbled over towards it. Once I was close enough, I reached out my hand slowly to stroke its cheek. It nuzzled my hand and purred.
"I've missed you," I whispered truthfully.
It strolled closer and licked my cheek. I giggled and went to hug the neck of the wolf. It growled in happiness and moved away from me to sit. I sat down next to it.
I turned my head towards it. I looked into its caring eyes and turned away to lean my head on his shoulder. I was so relaxed and felt safe-
"Bella?" Dad yelled.
I jumped out of bed with my eyes wide and fell on my floor. I groaned and shut my eyes.
It was a dream. Another vivid dream of my favorite wolf of the three.
"Bella, honey, are you okay?" Dad rushed to me in concern after running up the stairs, hearing my fall.
"I'm fine, dad," I tried my best to give him a small smile and moved to stand up.
Once I stood, I sat down on my bed again and covered myself in my blanket to hide my thin pajamas.
"I didn't mean to scare you, Bells," I looked up at his face and saw amusement dancing in his eyes.
I looked away and tried to hide my small smile.
"I just wanted to let you know that I called Sam today. Tomorrow I'm going to be at work all day and late into the night, so he agreed to come and keep you a bit of company tomorrow. That alright with you?"
Instead of speaking, I nodded my head.
"Alright Bells. I'll let you sleep. Night." He walked out my room, shutting my door on the way out.
I laid down and closed my eyes again, thinking about my Silver.