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#Karen's Scribble: Really sorry that I haven't updated in a while… Edward appears in this chapter… but only for a little bit
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Ghostly Images
By Slippery Snow
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It has been exactly a week since my reappearance back on Earth. And since then I have not once heard from God. I followed his strict instructions and dare myself not to enter into sunshine to matter how captivating the sun's ray bedazzled my eyes or woke my lethargic body. Today was one of those unfortunate days, where the majestic sun rays shone to greet the world, which I could not be part of.
In this past week, nothing was challenging. It almost seemed easy to relive this life. I attended back to Forks high school twice in a week and everyone seemed to have welcomed me back with open arms. No-one bothered me with interrogative questions since nobody had the courage to confront me. It just that must also been God's help. The teachers too did not disturb me. Only Mr. Berty once again asked me to introduce myself to the class. Lunchtime was…intimidating. I sat at the very end of the elongated bench-tables and I found it hard to participate in the conversations, most of them bored me, other I had no relations too. Many of their looks had changes as well as their attitudes, only Mike and Tyler remained unchanged still stubbornly unconvinced that I do not fancy them.
I lied on my bed, I stared up at my room's yellow certain, then out the window. How long can I keep this up? I thought to myself. Surely Charlie will be suspicious of my unexplained illness very soon.
I sighed, more complication. How does one deal with all this obligations and commitments in life? Stupid question. Nobody does.
I decided for the rest of the day to sit in the rocking chair and read a book. I started with Pride and Prejudice, utmost one of my classical favourites. Hour before upon end, I sat and the only to the sounds of the paper turn and the swooshing of gentle wind and sun shower. I sighed with contentment to the freshness of the weather. Then frowned because I couldn't enjoy it fully.
I felt so lonely. This strange loneliness of not from boredom or tiredness, this loneliness crept into me as I knew it was cause by a sudden lack of company. There was no point to calling Jacob, he was probably still at school and it was not him I wanted to talk to.
I sat squarely on my rocking hair. Isolated and lonely, like a ghost.
It was unknown to me that I did fallen asleep, because when I woke up and was orderly placed on my bed. It was already dark. I could hear the murmuring of the TV. Charlie must have come home. The house also smelt like burnt lasagne, must have been Charlie attempt to cook again. I quickly run down stairs to greet him. Maybe I shouldn't have run because I characteristically tripped over a stair and tumbled down bruising probably most of my skin. Charlie quickly rushed to my rescue. But he, who also happened to possess the same feature of unbalance, tripped while running towards me and his head knocked right on to mine.
It hurt, but we laughed. He steadily got himself up and helped me up too before the slippery floor did its curse again and I fall on the butt once more.
"You right there?" Charlie asked.
I smiled and he chuckled.
And so we ate Charlie's burnt lasagne, which I had to say was better flavoured then my previous reminiscence of his cutlery skills. Again, we had a long chat about the past and he even showed me pictures of Renee and Phil's wedding. Renee looked ecstatically happy, flashing her wedding band to camera. I quickly skipped over those photos, for Charlie. I looked closely to one of the photo to see that Renee was wearing a strange ornament around her necklace, when I asked what it was he said it was me. It stared that the photo narrowly to see. And there I was; contrasting her beautiful slim silk wedding grown was a locket picture of the ordinary Plain Jane.
"Why did she wear a necklace of me? She could have worn something much more…appealing" I said, staggered.
Charlie frowned, "She loves you, Bells. She wasn't even going to have a wedding after knowing you went…missing. She said she wanted your approval as you were always to parents of the family. She wanted you to be with her in the wedding."
That, I was touched. I ogled that the photo of Renee's dazzling smile, clenching the arms of her newly husband.
A little part of memory flicked into my mind as Charlie talked about Renee and partner approvals. A little tingle hitched my brain and I vaguely recalled a conversation.
I was in a car. I could tell it was a very fast car by the chaotic flowing of my hair by the pressure of the wind. I sat in the passenger seat. I didn't know who the driver was; he was blurred just like the rest of the scenery. But I did know he had the most particularly hair. An auburn color that tempted me to ran my fingers through it like the wind did in this conversation.
"Do you approve?" he asked. His voice was mesmerizing.
"Does it matter?" I countered. "I want her to be happy…and he is who she wants."
"That very generous…I wonder," he velvety voiced sounded mused.
"Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter whom your choice was?" The voice was suddenly intent and patiently waited for my answer.
"I-I think so" I said thoughtfully.
"No one too scary then," he voice was teasing.
I grinned in response.
The vision faded slowly away from my mind and I was placed consciously back into the living room again. Charlie had finished his lasagna, now eyes glued to the TV.
"Bella?" Charlie anxiously asked.
"Huh. Umm. What?" my voice staggered words.
"You okay? You seemed a bit…distant then." He mused.
"Just tried, Dad. Do you mind me going to bed?" I asked politely.
"Sure. Sleep tight" he smiled and went back to concentrate on the late night games.
I placed my dish in the sink and plodding up the stairs but careful not to trip this time. Charlie would be far too engaged in the game to notice my falls. It was when I took the last step of the stair when I heard something strange.
It sounded like footsteps roaming around my room. Human footsteps of two feet. I tiptoed to the door frame of my door and crack the door slight open. Revealing the intruder inside.
There I saw the most beautiful creature. He could be easily mistaken for an angel with his divine facial feature. He was lean and thin but his torso was broadly built. He had a palest skin in contrast of his bronze auburn hair. An amazing combination. His jaw was well defined and his lips were feckless and perfect. He looked incredible handsome, if that is you ignored the utter sorrow from his deep golden eyes. He was in no good condition, his clothes were tore and his hair was full of mud. His hands quivered as he touched the objects in my room. My bed, my desk then for the longest time, my rocking hair. His breathing was heavy and uneven. The ancient sadness on his face broke my heart.
Then to my surprise, he sat in the middle was my room and his delicate hand turned themselves into a fist, I thought for a moment that he was going to smash a floor since a sudden flash of anger ignited in his stunning face but just as the fist was about to smash through my floors, he position relaxed. Instead he took a painful breath in and out again. He used his knuckles to tapped my floorboard. There was one loose floorboard was he was transfixed upon. He tapped it again. Satisfied with a sound, he ripped it apart. His going to pay for the repairs, I thought.
Ripping my floorboard with impressive strength, he sighed with relief when he glanced. His hand reached for the inside and out again, but this time with a photo in his hand. He looked at this mysterious photo for so long that my curiosity levels started itching my skin. But I didn't want to scare this angel away.
Then, the angel did the most mesmerizing thing; he smiled. It took my breath away and I gasped. This must of scared him because his eyes grew wide with alert. In the next blink he was gone. The floorboard still open and the photo that he was admiring flutter gracefully on the floor. The curtains of my only window danced to the unnatural breeze.
I dashed into my room and poked my head out of the window, but he was not in sight. Disappointed, I walked to the middle of the room and picked on the photo he was so attracted too. I flipped the photo over. I gasped again; it revealed a forbidding yet warm picture.
It was the angel, extravagant, radiant and graceful, next to the Plain Jane. Cradling me around his arms, the smiles on our faces were anxious but with a pang of strange love. This person I had never met again made my face look so…happy.
Who are you? I wondered, staring out the window of his entrance.
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Please excurse my grammatical error, as they are very embarrassing
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I said Edward will appear and he did right? If you are disappointed with my promise than hear this: the next chapter is totally in Edward point of view!
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