chapter 6 in A Totally Different Story
Disclaimer: Well, we all know that I'm no Stephenie Meyer so none of the Twilight character's belong to me, sadly.
A/N:my next chapter will actually have more dialogue but I decided to write this instead and use my original chapter 6 for chapter 7
On the way home from Ocean Shores that Wednesday my parents didn't really talk much. To me or each other. I don't know what is wrong because we are usually a talkative family. And later, as soon as we got home, my parents stalked off to different parts of the house without saying a word. This is what I am thinking about as I lie here in my bed. What is wrong with everything. I think those killings are still bugging my dad, both my parents seem to be upset with the world, and I am so confused that my head is starting to hurt beause none of it makes any sense.
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The next day:
School was ok but Edward wasn't here and I really wanted to talk to somebody who understood me like he did. It was like he could almost read my mind and knew just what to say. But Paris and Rosanna are awesome school company also and I'm glad that I have them.
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The rest of the week has gone by so quickly. Edward will be coming back on Monday. My parents have figured out a system of communication that requires as little direct speaking towards each other as possible. And I'm not sure if I took good enough notes in History class to pass the exam on Tuesday.
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Next Monday:
Edward is back at school today and for some reason I am more than just happy. It is like seeing a relative again for the first time in years, even though Edward is just a guy at my school who I just say about 5 days ago. In Art class we are doing a partner project that involves thinking of 10 different nouns and forming them into compound words and then drawing them literally (ex. paper-weight: you could draw a wieght made out of paper or something like that). Edward volunteered to be my partner for this project and it is due in two days.
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Two Days Later (Wednesday):
The art project was due today and I would say what 10 words we formed together but it is kind of embarrassing. Edward did the writing and did the captions for the pictures and I did all the drawings. Edward has really nice and almost elegant handwriting ( for either a boy or a girl). The project turned out ok but it was odd because of the words we used for it.
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Two Months Later:
It is the middle of November and I don't really remember what happened to October and the rest of Spetember. Time is going by too fast and I can't keep up with it.
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The Next Day (Friday):
School is over and I decided to take a short-cut through an alley behing my block but it turns out that it was actually a longer route so I got home 5 minutes later than normal. But boy was I in for a surprise. For some reason the house seemed almost hallow and empty. My dad was sitting at the kitchen table not doing anything. Not drinking coffee, not reading the paper, or anything that he normally does when he is sitting at the table (like eating), he was just sitting and he had this blank look on his face. Almost as if he were in some sort of trance. And then I noticed something else. Most of the walls were bare and a lot of the furniture was missing and a few things were askew in our usually very neat house. And the house was very quiet.
"Dad?" I asked quietly as if afraid to shatter the sheer silence. but he didn't seem to hear me so I repeated it louder. "Dad!"
"She's gone," is what he responded with so softly that I didn't think he really said anything at first.
"Who? Who's gone," and then something clicked in my mind. MY MOTHER! SHE'S GONE AND SHE TOOK ALL OF HER THINGS.
And then I raced towards my parents' bedroom but I didn't find anything. And therein lies the problem because I should have found SOMETHING! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! This can't be happening. My mother has packed her things and moved out. My parents never fight or yell or shout or get too angry with each other and now THIS? I don't get it.
I walk out of my parents' room slowly and walk back out to where my dad is and I keep going until I reach the stairs and I go up them. But I am floating. And then I am sinking onto a soft warm cloud but it is supposed to be my blanket, but I can't think logically now so I will believe it is a cloud. I am drowning and the water is coming from inside of me but I don't know how right now. So I just sank further into that cloud and I was drowning even more. But I wasn't fighting this type of drowning because it seemed inevitable that I would drown now. So I will do just that.
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Next Week (Thursday):
My dad won't tell me anything about my mother leaving. Why she did it, where she is, if she's coming back. I think that I am going to have to send out a search party or something to find her if my dad continues to keep me on the outside with the whold Mother Situation.
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The Next Day (Friday):
I have my search party: Olivia Isabella Swan (a.k.a. me), a cell phone, a phone book, and a list of apartments and hotels in this area. And even though it may be a lost cause I still have hope.
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The Next Day (Saturday):
I searched for five hours yesterday and I skipped half of school and I came up with nothing. But today I feel like the hope has doubled what it was yesterday. I feel like I might actually find her. So far, I have been on 10 different buses that have taken me through Forks and all of the surrounding cities.
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The Next Day (Sunday late at night):
Well, yesterday was a dissappointment, big time. I discovered nothing, zilch, nada (whichever one you want) whatsoever. One. Big. Dissapointment. I didn't find anything at all. I think that I am a failure. And while I am thinking now, I am also crying. But why should I waste tears on somebody who walked out on me without a note or a phone call or something. She's my mother for goodness sake! But maybe she was just really mad at my dad and is still blowing off steam and doesn't want to have me around her when she is mad. That is so dumb but I really hope it is the truth because the other possibilities aren't all that bright and sunny.
I can't think now. I am drowning again, I think. I'm not sure, though. I...I...I want to sleep and...and...and stay awake at the same time. But I am confused. I...don't...know...anything. Where am I? Who am I? What is wrong with me?
But I know the answers: I am Olivia Swan, crying in my bedroom like a 2 year old even though I am 16, because my mother left for no apparent reason. I think that I am also crying because...because...because...because something is...missing? Yes something is definately missing. I don't know what or where or why but I need to find out. I need to find this out as badly as I need to find my mother. Because they are connected. I am posotive they are. But why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why is it this way? I don't understand. I don't know how to climb and so I am falling deeper into a pit without an end to it.
And I am asleep. I am asleep now. Calm, relaxed and distant to the surrounding world. Or am I really. I can't be sure. What is sleep? Sleep...sleep...sleep...sleep... sleep. Calm, relaxed, distant, relaxed, calm, distant, calm, relaxed, calm, calm, calm. I am asleep. Good-bye.