Sorrows The Seas of My Heart
Chapter Five: Strange Occurrence
Lethargically, I got out of bed and walked slowly to the kitchen. I opened up the refrigerator to look for any edible ingredients I could use to make myself a breakfast, but I found zilch. How does Charlie survive in this house?, I thought to myself. Conveniently enough, though, the cereal box and milk carton were already on top of the table. All I needed now was to open up the cabinet and take out a bowl and grab a spoon.
I slowly ate my breakfast, trying to think of anything but last night's events. I shuddered. Remembering Charlie's lack of sustenance in this house, I thought that maybe I could help him out today. Maybe I could go to the store and buy some items we were in desperate need of. On the fridge, held up by a magnet, was Charlie's phone number at the station. I grabbed the phone receiver and dialed the number.
"Forks Police Department. How may I help you?" It was a response that was reasonable enough for a police station. But the tone of the voice on the other line was something I'd expected if I called tech support - too cheerful for a police station.
"May I speak with Charlie Swan?"
"Hold on." The man said. He called out, "Charlie! Phone!", and I rolled my eyes.
"Charlie Swan speaking." Charlie answered.
"Hey, Dad."
"Bella?" He called out frantically, probably surprised that I called him. "Is something the matter? Are you alright?" Overprotective father? I never figured Charlie as that type.
"No, nothing's wrong, Dad." I tried to suppress my giggle at his parental instincts. I was just gonna tell you that I'm heading out today."
"Where? Do you have anyone to go with?" He asked.
"Well, I guess I'm going alone. I know where the grocery store is; I'll survive."
"Oh, you could've just told me if you needed anything."
" I wouldn't wanna be a burned. Besides, I was gonna buy some stuff since we're dangerously low on nourishment." I told him, and Charlie chuckled.
"Do you need any money?" he then asked. I realized I hadn't thought of that.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so."
"There's a food money jar in the second cabinet. Go crazy." He joked; I chuckled.
"Alright, I'll see you later." I said then hung up.
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Today was Saturday, June 12th, and the weather was absolutely, positively, no-doubt-about-it predictable. It was overcast with thick gray clouds and a dark sky in its background.
The misty haze in front of me didn't help my coordination as I walked to the store located just a few blocks away. My street was desolate, with no cars driving past on the slippery, black pavement. The bottoms of my shoes were soiled and filthy by the time I turned the corner. Once I arrived on the street directly across the grocery's smallish parking lot, I realized it wasn't even half full.
The road pavement was as slippery as it had looked - maybe even more - as I tried to walk carefully over it. Fortunately, I survived the nerve wrecking five seconds it took to cross the street.
I could see now that there were no more than ten cars in the lot - all old-fashioned. Nothing flashy or anything of that sort.
A bell rang, and a warm breeze greeted me at once as I opened the door to the grocery. It wasn't large, not at all, but it was suitable. Shelves, beginning from one end of the store to the other, were stocked with food products while the one, lonely cashier stand was at one corner.
A woman with light brown hair and glasses, looking to be about in middle-aged, sat on a stool at the cashier stand reading a magazine. She looked up at the sound of the bell's jingle and politely smiled at me. I smiled back in return. The lady became absorbed in her magazine once again, leaving me off with my task.
From the jar in the cabinet, I took at least fifty dollars. What did I need? I walked up and down the aisles slowly taking my time to look at the products and decide whether or not I needed that item. It took about a half an hour before I clumsily dropped something. To be more specific, a can of chicken soup.
It clanged on the floor, and I bent down to pick it up. Then, the small bell rang. I straightened myself out and reflexively looked towards the door, which was already closing. Instead of minding it, I walked down the last aisle and managed to fill up the basket type thing I was carrying. I decided to finish up since I couldn't possible carry more than one basket-full of this stuff home.
As I approached the cashier woman, she looked up again from a magazine. It was a different one, I noticed.
"You bout all finished?" she asked with a smile. I nodded.
"Are you new here, hun?"
"Um, no." I replied. "Not entirely."
"What's your name?" She asked, as she rang up my items.
"I'm Bella Swan." I told her.
"Oh, by God. You're Charlie's daughter?" She asked, surprised. I managed to mutter a "mmhmm." The lady, whose name was Ms. Jameson, continued interrogating me. She asked when I got here, what I've been doing, who I knew. I answered all politely, as her pace with the products continued to slow.
"Were you at that party last night?" She asked, as the receipt slowly printed out.
"Well, yeah. I was with my dad."
"Those Cullens," she pretended to fan herself. "Good-looking people, might I say." I managed to feign a chuckle. They were in-fact, absolutely great-looking. "Well, you probably have other things to do now. Have a good day now, Bella Swan."
"Thanks, you, too." I told her and grabbed the three plastic bags off the counter.
When I pushed the door open, I noticed it had begun to drizzle. Luckily I was wearing a hooded sweater; I pulled it over my head and thought of whether or not I should try and run. That's when I noticed that there were now eleven cars in the grocery's parking lot - one standing out from all the rest.
It was a silver Mercedes, with dark-tinted windows - at least, that's what it looked like. Instantly I wondered who this car belonged to.
Once I decided to walk home despite the unfortunate weather, I took out the receipt. I read it, and absentmindedly continued to walk - right out of the parking lot. Making sure that the prices and quantities were right was a habit I've grown accustomed to by living with Renee. She's done it for as long as I could remember; I guess I'd just happened to follow suit.
I forgot how slippery the road was earlier.
I skidded on the black pavement and fell, bringing down the bags full of groceries. I found myself rubbing my head when I tried to pull myself off the surface; then I bent back down to pick up my belongings.
It was then that I remembered I was standing right in the middle of the street. At that same moment, I turned my head and saw a black car coming straight towards me.
I was as frozen as a statue since I didn't know what I could do. My life would be over in the next matter of seconds, and my only companions included a bag of tomatoes and a package of sugar; I could do nothing to stop it. The car was coming much faster now, and I knew the driver still had no clue I was right in front of them. The fog was definitely to blame.
The next thing I knew, I was lying with my back on the muddy earth, with the grocery bags still in my hands, on the other side of the street. I did feel the blow about a second after the car crashed into me. However, it didn't come at me from the direction I expected. It was a strong blow, still, but definitely not as strong as a giant piece of oncoming metal. Hopefully I wouldn't have to personally experience that. I closed my eyes and breathed in. My sides were hurting.
When I opened my eyes, the most beautiful face stared down at me. It was familiar. It was menacing. It was -
Rosalie Hale stared down at me with pitch-black, hate-filled eyes. The look she gave was killer, yet I couldn't pull my eyes away.
"R - R - Rosalie?" I asked in disbelief. I blinked my eyes as the rain fell harder. But the beautiful, blonde figure that was just seconds ago standing before me was gone.
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A/N: I Heart You All. I know it's been like five days since my last update and you probably expected it to be sooner than that, but here it is nonetheless. My apologies. 10 reviews is all I'm asking before I post up the next chapter. It's all ready. School is overly stressing. Report cards are coming soon. Ew.
