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So who all thought this story was done and over? I know it has been a year for the most part. I am back again and this chapter hopefully catches your attention guys. I know this is supposed to be an adaptation of another story but with it I still want it to be my own. I promise there will be plenty of Bella and Alice moments. I love to read your comments everyone! Also if I miss any errors sorry that is my fault. The next chapter will be longer I just wanted to try and capture you guys once again first. Enjoy peeps.
I lean into her pushing our bodies together making the perfect hint of friction. My hand rakes itself on the back of her thigh that is locked around my waist. We kiss so strong that my lips are bruised in seconds. Her cold breath soothes them while igniting a fire deep down inside the both of us. No one came for us. We stayed in the woods indulging each other.
Filtering down a paper lands on top of the wooden desk I was mindlessly sitting at. My eyes avert from my old leather journals towards the paper. I see my face outlined saying "Missing Child." Pushing my hair back sighing I glance at the shelf that the poster fell from. A month ago I walked the streets ripping the posters down from every post and bulletin boards that I could find.
It has been a year since I have gone missing and slowly but surely the hunt for me has slowed down to a dull null pace. I take the paper folding it in half stuffing it into a newer journal that I had started a couple of years ago. I have thought about just going back home. Seeing Charlie and tell him it was all a mistake.
I could go back and be with Alice, annoy Edward, play games with Emmett, but it still would lead down to me leaving Charlie all over again. Maybe then it would have been different because the Cullens would have to leave as well. She wouldn't leave with me. She picked her family over me.
Resting between my bosoms I felt the comfort of time. A dull ticking filled my ears, as a memory lure me from my space.
It was 1980 I was forced to rock some big hairstyle just to hide in society. I was chewing on some gum not caring that I was chewing with an open mouth. Today was the day I decided I had left Mary Alice alone for too long. "Yeah don't worry ma I am just going to be a groupie for the summer then I'll get down to business."
"Selena I wish you would just get serious about life. I didn't leave your no good abusive father for no reason. You mean something to me."
"I've heard this story a million times." I waved her off. My acting skills have increased amazingly over the years.
"I remember that night. The doctor told me you were not going to make it. Then I just found you with that silly old necklace and look you haven't taken it off since I gave it to you."
I assume just like her I see the perfect picture in my head. I'm standing at the glass peering in. Chicago is a busy place and this hospital was just like the streets. Everyone was coming in and running out no one could keep track of anyone. The mother I see her there looking young and tired. She is clutching onto a tissue crying into the doctor's shoulder.
She whimpers out a faint, "Why." She pushes out her tears and louder she grows. "She was supposed to have a life! Away from the hate and dread I rescued her. I rescued myself. Why! Why doctor, why?"
The doctor tried to sooth her and pulls her away from the glass. She was unwilling to leave her child alone. She fought so hard to keep her why leave her now was her thought. The doctor asserted his want and trudge the mother away.
The sight of being force to leave when you never wanted to strikes a match of heat inside me. Anger boils up in my throat as it reminds me of the marshal in the village. I look through the glass and the ticking of a clock emerges in my ear. As if on cue the lights dim showing me the child to pick from. I see a faint glow the stutters to survive. It calls to me. It compels me to take a step at a time towards the child. I have misplaced my control the necklace has surely taken over my body. The whirlwind of the clock ticking explodes in my ears as I move closer to the child. I shut my eyes then open them again to see the world from the child's eyes.
I shake my head erasing the memory from my mind. "Are you listening to me Selena? You need to stop taking life for granted."
I roll my eyes and pop a bubble before replying. "Yeah I hear ya ma. I'll see you later tonight." I playfully kiss her on her cheek before heading out the door. Once the door was shut behind me I instantly got rid of the foul gum from my mouth while taking two steps down the stairs towards the street.
Pushing down my hair I tried to make my hair more presentable for the world. I walked a block away from the apartment I had shared with Selena's mother. Kicking rocks out of the way with my boots I pull out the keys to the storage unit. Inside I have kept an old friend of mine, the detailed map taped to the wall. I stare at it planning my next course of action. I haven't traveled towards the east coast in a long while.
After finishing writing in my journal a detailed account of the last chapter in my long life I slide it into the bag with the rest of my belongings. I left that night making sure to leave no clues behind. Predictable actions followed, Selena's mother filled a missing person suit after forty-eight hours. A year went by the streets became less littered with posters searching for Selena.
I had left traveled the roads all the way out to Nevada. I felt a sadness bloom deep inside of me. I tried to ignore it or fill voids with meaningless things. Nothing healed the thorn inside of me. I traveled back the familiar roads into the city.
Hidden in the shadows I watched Selena's mother weep at night alone but showed strength in groups with candles light up to fight the dark. Seeing the mother reminds me of the night I stopped her pain last. I need to do this one more time. Closure is needed not only for the mother, the city officials who waste money on someone who does not want to be found, and last of course closure for Selena herself.
I tighten the hood around my head to keep my face covered. For a young girl to walk the streets at night this would seem like a fool asking for danger. I could hear a trash can being knocked over a struggle down the alley not too far from me. Having curiosity struck me I stroll down the dark alley. A girl falls to the ground face first as her dark brown hair falls into the mud. A pale man wipes his mouth free from blood as his red eyes lands on me.
He tried to make his way towards me. I have obviously become dessert. "I warn you now vampire that I am not a mere mortal. Do you care to find out what I can do with just a simple necklace to your body? Broken and twisted if you want to see what happens. Leave me the body I will take care of your trash."
The vampire looked from the dead girl to me. "You have to destroy her body." Choosing wisely he backs up disappearing from the alley.
"As if I don't know what to do with her." I mutter underneath my breath. The next morning I pick up a newspaper at a local vendor. Flipping open I see on the front page, "Missing girl found after a year. Body mauled by animal attack." Reading on down the mother accounts that this girl is her child. Found on the body were pictures of the mother and a note dated towards the mother.
The wind whirls past me knocking the coffee cup out of my hand. I release this huge sigh feeling alone. All that was left was my soul and Selena had returned home.
A man yells at me as I look around trying to recollect myself. Coffee was spilled on the dirty concrete as I take in the view of the vendor cart on a busy Seattle street corner. A newspaper is still in my hands as I check the date before setting it down and scurrying away from the angered man.
I became lost in a memory once more moving without even noticing where I have run off. I shake my head to knock the lost seconds off of my body. I am standing in front of a hospital where the front entrance is bustling from on coming traffic.
The things I have done are unspeakable for some, but what mattered are the things that I will do. History repeats itself but am I smart enough to handle it better the second time around? Are any of us equipped to intervene history? Must we all fall to our sins as humans and never learn? I have done it before I know I can do it once more. Reaching into my pocket I grab my phone dialing a number that the tips of my fingers have memorize. "Hello? Bella," echoes into my ear.