When I got home I worked on the small amount of homework I'd received, finishing it fairly quickly. Once I was done I started painting around my room again, the two remaining walls, managing to cover one with a night sky, stars and moon present, a cascading of light blues serving as the snowy looking ground, before I started working on dinner; a pizza tonight because I wasn't much in the mood for cooking. I set a timer and went back up to my room, continuing to paint, finishing the night wall before standing in front of the last remaining wall, looking at it while I tried to conjure up some image to place there, but none came. I sighed slightly and capped my paint, walking to the bathroom again to rinse the brushes out. Walking back into the room I had the strangest idea; A mountain lion and a wolf, both majestic creatures, and both the kind of creature you would expect to see blending into an autumnal scene. I laughed aloud as I realized that my four walls now contained some semblance of the four seasons; a lush spring clearing, a snowy winter night, a setting sun on the summery beach, and now the idea of a large field, two graceful predators prowling, watching, ever diligent. I smiled and set immediately to work, the time flying easily, I added some shading to the reddish brown wolf and the tan cat, smiling at the wall. I once more capped paints and rinsed brushes before pulling the tarp and the rest of the painting supplies back down to the closet under the stairs. I heard a faint beeping from my room and eeped aloud as I realized I'd forgotten about the pizza. I rushed to the kitchen and was pleased to find it hadn't burned; thank God for timers.
Charlie got home about ten minutes later; I'd just cut the pizza and put two pieces on two plates, leaving the others on the cookie sheet I'd used to cook it so it would keep them warm.
"Hey, Dad." I called out from the kitchen as he walked in, hanging his coat and gun up on the coat rack. He smiled and took a deep breath inhaling the smell of the pizza.
"Hey, kid, smells good." He smiled and sat down at the table as I put his plate in front of him. "You know, you're spoiling me; once you go off to college, I don't think I'll be able to survive." We both laughed slightly at his joke and then ate, making small talk about our day. Once we were finished with dinner, he went off to watch sports; I still wondered how they managed to always have some kind of sport show running. I laughed quietly to myself as I washed the dishes, then went back up to my room, moving my bed along my sunset wall, my desk sitting beside the window on the meadow wall. I paused at the meadow, noticing something off about it though I wasn't sure what. I had to stare a while before I realized what it was; there was a shape in the background, back amongst the furthest trees, the only actual feature I could make out on the seemingly distant figure were its bright amber eyes. I frowned at it and sighed; not remembering having painted it in, but then again, maybe my sleep talking was turning into sleep walking… and sleep painting. I laughed a bit at myself and walked away from it, giving the winter and autumn walls time to dry I put my dresser along the sunset wall as well. I pulled my laptop off my desk and booted it up, nearly busting out laughing at the number of emails in my inbox from my mom; innumerable "why won't you reply" and "what are you doing" messages in my inbox. I quickly flipped through them and replied with a general synopsis of my day, assuring her that I would send her an email every day and that she didn't need to send me so many, because I wasn't always on the computer and I'd been keeping myself very busy with school work and other random things around the house.
I sighed and checked the time; it wasn't even after 7 yet, which really surprised me. I put my laptop back up on my desk and went searching through my backpack for the picture I'd drawn earlier, of Delta in the clearing, pulling it out of my notebook, I glanced over it, realizing there was something familiar about the clearing, then glancing up and being shocked to find how closely it resembled the one on my wall. I frowned slightly, not sure why they were the same, then wondering again about the strange figure in the forest surrounding the clearing. I groaned, confused by the whole thing, then looked back to the drawing of Delta, looking at her arm for the source of all the blood, starting on her left arm, since it seemed to be the most covered. It was only then I noticed the slight lines on her left arm, and the small, thin square she seemed to be holding in her right hand. I frowned, trying to understand why I hadn't remembered drawing those in either, but then, I hadn't really been paying much attention to what I was drawing while I drew it, only letting my pencil move over the paper; letting the picture draw itself in any reality.
I let out a shaky breath as I realized just what the picture would mean; Delta cut herself, there were only the thin lines that had wounded her, and they were self inflicted. I crumpled up the paper and threw it across the room, too confused and offended by the drawing to look at it any longer. I moved to my window then, a light drizzle was falling, but there wasn't any wind, so I was able to open my window fully without getting a ton of wet in my room. I let the cold, damp air fill my lungs, clearing out the smell of paint from my nose. My room would probably smell like paint for a few days to come, if not longer. As I thought of paint, I was reminded of Edward's odd comment; that I smelled like paint, I shook my head slightly and wondered if it was really that strong of a smell. I sighed again and decided against worrying about it, since he'd been the only one to say anything.
I pulled a book out of my collection, one of the many graphic novels I'd bought for myself over the years. I started looking through it from the beginning, the pictures reminding me of the times I'd read them before, much the same way music tended to remind me of the feeling of a time passed. I fell asleep reading through it and only woke up once, at which point I changed into pajamas and climber under the covers, confused as to why it was so cold and still half asleep.
I woke up early the next morning, the sun was barely lighting the sky, and I noticed a brightness that I wasn't accustom to. Rubbing at my eyes I realized what was different; the regular mist that covered all of Forks seemed to have disappeared. I jumped up out of bed and nearly jumped right back in at the temperature of the floor; I'd left my window opened all night, and when I closed it I realized, that snow had fallen during the night, leaving a fine powdering of white fluff covering the ground. I groaned aloud at the bruises that I would doubtlessly have by the end of the day. I trudged back to my bed and fell into it again, unwilling to get up early if there was snow on the ground.
I woke again to the sound of someone knocking on my door, opening my eyes slightly I saw that it was nearly time for me to be up anyways and slowly pulled myself up out of bed. I walked to the door and opened it, smiling at Charlie's blushing face as he waited outside my door.
"Good morning, Kiddo, just wanted to make sure you wouldn't be late, I'm leaving so, don't worry about breakfast for me." He smiled and patted my shoulder awkwardly before leaving. I giggled slightly at Charlie's still present awkwardness when it came to showing affection; I was much the same in most cases, though probably not as bad as Charlie.
I left for school early, driving slowly to avoid killing myself over a patch of ice, though with the truck, I wasn't sure it'd be so easy to die. I laughed aloud at that thought, this really was the perfect vehicle for me; very sturdy and hard to damage. I pulled into the parking lot fairly early, having taken less time than I expected to get to school. I sighed, figuring time in my head and sighing again when I realized that the snow really shouldn't have fallen so early in the year.
"Just my luck, stupid snow." I sighed again, thoroughly frustrated with the cold, as I stepped out of my truck, walking around the back to start off toward the school. I stopped short, just at the rear tire facing the school, something shiny catching my eye. I knelt to check the tire, worried I'd run something over and not noticed. However there wasn't anything puncturing my tire, instead it was a small fine chain lacing, it took me a moment, but I realized Charlie must have put chains on my tires this morning, and he probably knew I'd want to leave early to get to school; thus his wake-up call this morning. I smiled, tears filling my eyes slightly, it had been so long since anybody had gone out of their way to help me. I wiped my eyes as I stood, pulling out my cell phone and calling Charlie to thank him; I got his answering machine at his desk and left a short message on it.
"Thanks for putting chains on my tires, Dad, and thanks for the wake up this morning, I really appreciate it, talk to ya' later." I flipped my phone shut and put my bag on the edge of my truck to put the phone back inside. I had just zipped it shut when I heard the squealing of tires.
My head snapped around instantly, but my body didn't react beyond that, my eyes flew to the minivan that was now hurtling toward me, the driver having lost control and everything started moving in slow motion. I looked around, noticing every pair of eyes in the lot glued to the van, then I noticed one that wasn't, one pair that was glued to me, horror painted across his face. Edward Cullen was staring at me, his mind making the connection that the van was about to hit me, but he was clear across the parking lot, and there was nothing he could do. Suddenly he was gone, not across the lot from me anymore, so my eyes fell back on the van, only a few feet away when hands gripped my waist and pulled me roughly away from my truck, toward the tailgate, just as the van made impact. My eyes widened as I realized that it was Edward who now had me in his arms, he cursed suddenly as the van managed to twist its self around my truck and came toward us again.
He turned sharply, pulling us away from the van's destructive course and sending us against the car on the opposite side of mine, the metal molding to his shape. I tried to pull my feet toward me as he was doing, but failed miserably as the van tilted and started falling toward my legs. Edward cursed again and reached out suddenly; catching the van before it landed on me, then pulling my feet from under it before setting it down... The van rocked back and forth, settling, and then I heard the screams. I groaned quietly.
"God I hate ice." Edward started laughing behind me and I looked over my shoulder at him frowning. "What? What's so funny?" He quickly calmed his face and responded.
"You just about died, and all you have to say is that you hate ice?" I stared at him for a moment, the shouting students were still hidden behind the vehicles, but they were getting closer, and fast.
"Uhm, yeah… Thanks by the way…" He rolled his eyes slightly, helping me to my feet as the first few students laid eyes on us. "How'd you get over here so fast?" I whispered as the two girls watching us started blubbering. His eyes shot to mine.
"I was standing right next to you, Bella." I frowned, readying myself to argue when I heard my name called. I shot an accusatory glance at Edward.
"You owe me an explanation later." I nearly hissed as I called out over the van. "I'm fine!" I glanced at the driver of the van to find Tyler, one of the boys Jessica had introduced me to. Someone was babbling on a cell phone, doubtlessly with an ambulance and, judging by the blood running down Tyler's face as he sat in the mostly destroyed mini van, he'd need one. People were making their way around the cars, someone shouting to get Eric out of the van, someone else shouting an inquiry about myself. Then Tyler seemed to spot me and started blubbering apologies, I rolled my eyes slightly. "I'm fine Tyler." I worked my way through the crowd of people, Edward shadowing me, like he thought I was going to fall down any second.
As soon as I made it out of the din of people, the ambulance arrived, and of course, Charlie followed close behind. Edward waved over an EMT and I glared at him. He smiled coolly and told the EMT that I'd almost been hit and that I should be checked out. I groaned and the EMT probably mistook it for a groan of pain, though I was really just annoyed. So of course Charlie started freaking out and I had to keep up a steady stream of assurances that I was fine. Yet they still made me go to the hospital, where Tyler ended up in a bed next to mine, where I sat, still fuming at Edward.
I feel like... this is kinda short... but it really isn't, it's probably longer than most of my chapters so far but anyways, hope you enjoyed :) R&R? :DD 'cause that'd be awesome w