A/N: I would really love to know if you are reading this fanfic. It is my first attempt and I am not sure if it is any good, or if you like the pacing. It is kind of going slow, but I didn't want to rush either. So let me know if you like how it's going.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing...like seriously...:)
"Well, if I didn't know any better, I would have thought that you..." he started trailing off.
"I am so sorry I didn't, I mean, uh…I wasn't watching where I was going" I stuttered trying to quickly get around his wheelchair complete with an orange triangle flag on the back.
"You look just like, oh well, you couldn't be" the old man said shaking his head. I quickly tried to think of scenarios to explain who I was. Perhaps he would believe I was just a look alike.
"Um, I uh" I started
"Excuse me" He said as he pushed his motorized wheel chair past me still shaking his head as he went. Shocked, my eyes followed him as he wheeled down the street. Crisis averted for now, I thought. I guess it makes sense that Mike Newton never left this small town. If anyone would stay for so long, it would be him. I continued my walk down the block until I found where the old library had been. I gazed in disbelief. It was only rubble. Even though the earth quake had happened so long ago, the library had never been rebuilt. Well, time for plan B I guess. But what is that. Slowly walking back to the motel I went to the parking lot. I will go back to the only other place I haven't visited. The Reservation.
Chapter 3
As I followed the familiar road down to the Quileute Reservation, my stomach was in knots. I bit the inside of my cheek in anticipation. If anyone could help with the mystical and ever young, it would be them. My car drove over the old treaty line and I could hardly keep my teeth from chattering. A cold nervous sweat came over me. Driving further and further down the road I watched the pine trees and hills pass by. Finally I came upon the more familiar buildings and houses, only, they were all deserted. There was no one around.
Nervously, I pulled up to the small red house and turned off the engine to my car. Tears rolled freely down my cheeks as I realized that I was still alone. I opened the door to my car and walked out. The dinging of the keys left in the ignition startled me at first before I shut the door. My attention and vision held captive in the little house that I hadn't realized I so desperately missed. I slowly circled the house trying to avoid the overgrowth and weeds that had been trying to overtake it. Finishing my circle by the front door, I pushed my face and hands up to the glass and peeked in.
The furniture still sat where it always had, covered in layers of dust. I could see into the kitchen in the far corner. A glass still sitting on the counter like it had just been set down and then forgotten. I tried to peer in further and as I leaned a bit closer I must have put more weight on the door than I thought. I fell right into the living room of Jacob's old house. I wrapped my arms around myself and sat in the dust and cried.
It was getting colder now and I was even more alone than I had ever been. I stood up shakily and dusted myself off. Glancing around the house, I continued my exploration. I passed the small bathroom and looked in. Toothbrushes still sat on the bathroom sink, covered in dirt. I walked back to where Jacob's room had been. The door creaked open and landed with a thud on the wall behind it. Everything looked exactly how I remembered it. I tried to reconcile this in my mind. How is it possible that Jacob's house is the same? It looks like someone lived here and then just disappeared.
Oh. I can hardly bare to think it. Perhaps Jacob didn't survive the earthquake at all. He never lived to be an old man. Never married and had children. No. Not like that. I thought. I can't stand that thought. I walked over and sat down on his bed. Placing my hand on it, I hoped that it would make me feel closer to him. I looked around the room. Jacob Black's house is the closest thing I have to a home. I got up and walked into the living room. I wonder if I can just stay here, I thought. It needs a lot of work, but I have nothing but time. Truthfully, I haven't felt this close to home in years. I walked back out to my car and looked back. I will need some supplies if I want to make it livable.