Chapter 4:

The room shook, objects jerked and fell sideways, my head started spinning and I was panicking. Oh God, an earthquake! What am I meant to do?! Think Bella, think! My head shot upwards as I stared at the ceiling. There were bright glowing orb things that were swivelling around the light bulb. It was like they were dancing, swooping and swishing around and around.

They were really bright, hurting my eyes from staring so far. I ducked my head and lifted my hand to my forehead to shield my sensitive pupils. Everything was still spinning as I stumbled to the door. My only thought going to the man downstairs. Is Charlie okay?! Is he panicking?! How would I calm him down?! My ramblings were becoming so frantic that I nearly banged into a wall.

Just missing with the collision I was about to receive, I flung open the door. Upon my haste, the sound racketed throughout the house, causing me to jump and nearly fall. Running down the stairs, I managed not to trip and sprinted into the living room. Stopping dead in my tracks, my head became clearer.

The room wasn't moving, nothing had fallen over, the TV was still playing and Charlie was sitting on the couch, looking at me strangely. My eyes were shooting round all over the place trying to make sense of everything. Charlie picked up the TV remote and put the game he was watching on mute.

"Everything okay, Bells?" he asked with much hesitation, his voice deep in concern. I shook my head numbly; my eyes still raking him frame for any damage. He gave a forced cough, bringing my gaze to lock with his. I cocked my head to the side, looking at him in worry and confusion.

"You didn't feel it?"

"Feel what Bells?" he furrowed his brow, his eyes still searching mine strangely. I didn't answer, just looked around vaguely not seeing anything, too lost in my thoughts to notice.

I shook my head in defiance, muttering to my self under my breath without knowing, "How could he not feel it? Did it even happen? What exactly did happen then?" Somewhere through that I had forgotten Charlie's presence, which meant that when he spoke, my head shot up to look at him.

"How did I not feel what, Bella? What happened that your questioning that it even did?" He was looking at me in such concern, I then realised that he must think I was going insane. Best not to worry him, I mean it probably didn'thappen… whatever itis. Glancing at him, my thoughts trailed off and I came face-to-face with his worried gaze.

"Oh, err… nothing Dad, don't worry. Everything's fine, I err… just thought that, um…" I racked my brain for some sort of excuse. "Well, I just that I heard thunder and was kind of worried about it, especially seeing as its raining so much," I spoke quickly.

Charlie frowned again, "It's not raining Bella."

Now it was my turn to frown before looking towards the window. Just like he said, there was not one speck of rain droplets falling down outside. How is that possible? It was pouring bucket loads down a minute ago! I'm sure it was! I glanced back to Charlie.

"Oh, I thought it was… oh well, silly me. I guess I'm just a bit worn out, maybe I should go lie down," I suggested as I bolted for the stairs not even giving Charlie time to answer. As soon as I got to my room, I rushed to the windowsill.

Perching myself on the ledge, I peered through the clear glass, staring at the cloudless skies and dry surroundings. Maybe I really am going crazy. That isn't good; maybe I should see a doctor. What the hell is wrong with me?! I bet Carlisle could tell me… Wait no! Don't even think about it! They are out of your life and shall stay that way. Just forget them otherwise you'll go insane! Never mind, I think I already am, I mean I'm talking to myself!

Frustrated, I stood up and stalked off to take a shower. It helped calm my muscles and forget everything, which at the time was a real relief. Getting out of the shower of course, brought me back to the reality that I call my life. Drudging to my room in nothing my than a towel, I went and flopped down on the bed.

Looking around, I bemusedly noted that all of my things were in fact in their exact same place, none having been knocked over. In that moment, I gave in and claimed myself officially crazy.

I mean honestly, wouldn't you say the same if you thought that one second it was pouring down and the next there was an earthquake, when in fact neither of those things actually happened? I felt like I should be locked up from being too mental in the head, plus having delusions is never a good sign.

With that thought, I stood up and got dressed, deciding to just get some sleep. Maybe that would help my mind co-operate with reason properly and not come to these silly conclusions anymore. So, snuggling down into the soft sheets, I enclosed myself to my dreams, relishing in the peace that came with it for once.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I woke, jerking upright in my bed. I was not completely sure what had caused my subconscious to falter but I now was in fact awake. Glancing around the room, I saw nothing out of place so I just lay back down, hoping more sleep would come.

This unfortunately, was not the case as in that moment, a high pitch noise offended my ears, obviously what had woken me up in the first place. It seemed to be coming from outside, so I got up and walked over to the window. Everyone knows the saying of 'curiosity killed the back'.

Well that may be true but looking out the window, I did not die rather had a near-heart attack. You wonder why? Well, it may be the fact that at this early hour, my mind could play tricks on me, but this was certainly not the reason for my panic. No, it was the figure hanging on a tree right beside my window and the black eyes that accompanied it…