Italics - Personal Pov
Italics & Bold - dreams/memories/past events
I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT NOR ANY OF STEPHANIE MEYER'S BRILLIANT CHARACTER'S HOWEVER I DO OWN MY OWN
Thanks for being the first to review! xoembryloveox. I wanted to make a twilight story that wasn't in tune with others and was somehow different.
In this chapter you'll see a tad bit of Noelle's personality, As you will tell she over analyzes everyone and everything I felt this was needed to show her personality and how being confined to the hospital affected her mental state, She obviously has trust issues and can be outwardly portrayed as dull but in reality is doing a very good job at hiding many dark secrets.
Danger In The Shadows Chapter 2
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them. - Oscar Wilde
I stared out the window at the endless forest it seemed to go on and on, There were no stop signs or even light posts just the occasional garbage bag that some idiot left on the highway. I had been on this bus for the past seventeen hours, After Nurse Fitzpatrick was given explicit instructions to drop me off at the greyhound station with a bus ticket to Forks Washington,
I had never even heard of such a place? But then again my education had been rather scarce since entering the hospital, I was happy for the first time in my life. Gone were the days of eating cold runny hospital food and wearing dull grey hospital attire, Maybe it would be possible for me to have a resemblance of an average life? One that didn't involve monster's medications and machines.
As the hours dragged on I was becoming rather restless and annoyed, Mainly because the passenger who decided to sit next to me was snoring so loud his seat was shaking I huffed in annoyance and turned back facing the blurring images of trees. I don't think I was cut out for places like this? Where it's dark constantly from the rainclouds or incoming storms. The forest itself covers most of the terrain therefor making the area even more dark and for-boding, I sighed out loud my eyes drifting somewhat closed as the sudden urge to fall asleep over took me instead I stifled a yawn I sat back in my seat adjusting my worn jacket, I had been jostled from bus to bus for the past two days and eight hours and was now restless. Suddenly the bus driver's voice rang from the speaker..
"Next drop off location is Forks population 3,120. We will arrive in approximately nine minutes" Excellent only nine minutes until I would arrive where I was most likely unwanted.
It wasn't just the town itself I was loathing but the fact I hadn't seen my father in so long. And the fact he had separated us by being on opposite sides of the country told me he wasn't to favourable of my return. Was I scared to see my father? Yes and No. Yes because eight years had gone by since he left me in a hospital, an asylum ward to be exact! and I wasn't to keen on seeing him but then again he did get me out of there, eventually?.
I kept questioning myself as to how to act with him should I call him dad? He was my father but it had been so long since I spoke the word it seemed foreign when I said it, and not only left an unsavory taste on my tongue but on my soul. "Father" the word echoed in my head and made me cringe with disgust not just because he turned his back on me but because he found a knew family and this whole time hid it from me, Apparently I had a stepmother Jean and a stepsister Kim he lived with them in some place called la push what kind of name was that anyway?.
My thoughts were interrupted as the bus pulled up to the greyhound station I hurried down the aisle of the bus pushing aside several people in the process who only gave me quirky stares and hushed comments I ignored them. I walked off the bus and started looking around for my father. I lunged my bag over my shoulder making my way to a bench and sat down. My father was no where in sight just the hustle and bustle of unfamiliar people lulling around, some were tourists many were not. As I opted to observe the crowd I heard what sounded like my name being called behind me.
"Noelle?" I turned around my eyes landed on my father. Hm he aged well? His dark brown hair was now a mix of dull brown and grey yet his face was still the same oval shape, His eyes looked at me and I caught a glance of his cold and calculating stare.
All too soon I found myself walking hesitantly towards him I mumbled out a "Hi how ya been?" but my words seemed rejected. I faltered and looked at my feet unsure of how to asses the situation.
"The truck's this way" His voice wasn't soft spoken like it had been in the past it was more brash and aloof he didn't spare me a second glance instead he turned around quickly and expected me to follow him like a lost dog. I walked slowly behind him following his quickening steps he got into a dark pickup, I didn't bother waiting for him to help me with my bag so instead I limply threw it in the bed of the truck and much to my annoyance got into the passenger seat beside him.
The drive was the same way neither of us spoke almost unwilling to cooperate with each other His eyes averted mine instead of staring near my direction his cold demeanor was faced to the left, perhaps I thought it would've been easier then this?. I darted my eyes at him he had one arm on the steering wheel the other was hanging out the window. Maybe I shouldn't have come here perhaps I should have ran away? After all it didn't seem like I was wanted in my father's life at all, maybe he saw me as baggage? baggage that took up too much space.
"Where are we going?" I questioned him my voice quiet and meek. He sighed loudly. Did my simple question aggravate him?
"La push" only Two words came out of his rough and brandished exterior all he could muster were two words to me? Jeez and I thought I was the silent type apparently I inherited the trait from my reclusive father.
As we pulled into what I suspected was la push I noticed a slight change in the scenery, the woods were more closed in and dense and the road changed from concrete to gravel my vision lingered over a small store that looked more like a fish shack from down south then a convenient store.
The truck made a quick turn and we came up to a quaint cottage nestled within an abundance of trees, swallowing hard my nervousness was getting the better of me and I quickly unclasped my seat belt and got out of the truck my father soon followed and he led the way towards the door, I entered the house slowly surmising a plan to escape somewhere quite, my idea soon faltered as a woman came up to me her dark complexion had flecks of brown and copper and though her appearance looked a bit rustic she smiled genuinely.
"Hello you must be Noelle? my goodness you look so grown up. I'm Jean." She hugged me and stepped back.
I steadied my gaze keeping my expression uniform. I was uncomfortable with relationships especially one involving a stepmother somehow I thought she'd be different like the evil stepmother from Cinderella but her mannerisms suggested otherwise, She wasn't cold but welcoming and that made me feel uneasy. I didn't know if it was the actual human contact that made me scowl or the hug that made me flinch and squeeze my eyes shut for a brief moment.
"Hello Jean it's a pleasure to meet you" I spoke with absolutely no emotion. My father suddenly interceded the conversation
"Jean can you get her settled in? I have to get going" He opened up the front closet door and took out a police jacket and threw it on. I was curious to learn how? and why? he became a cop but my heart stopped my lips before the words came out. It was obvious he wanted nothing to do with me so I would oblige.
"Sure no problem" Jean answered him and waved out the door as he left. Then she turned back to me.
"So how about I wrestle you up some dinner? Huh?" She asked enthusiastically
"Actually I'm rather tired would you mind if I went to bed early?" I even made a fake yawn which made her nod her head and take me up a flight of stairs to a room that was oddly placed, Then as I entered I realised it wasn't a bedroom but a den it had a pull out sofa a desk and other miscellaneous articles including a mesh mash of oil paintings one of which gathered my attention.
"We weren't expecting you here so soon but Doctor Carter insisted you were doing really well so we didn't have time to make the room more teen friendly"
She held a slight frown on her face almost worried it wasn't enough? But I threw the thought from my mind she didn't know me? so therefor had no reason to pleas me.
"Don't worry about it, it's fine" I insisted. She shut the door on her way out I could hear the Pitt pattering of her footsteps walking down the stairs and into another part of the house.
I settled my vision once again on the room as my vision drifted over to the oil painting that demanded my attention. It was a mediocre painting at best but in the golden brown eyes I detected an almost human quality to them and as I ran my fingers against the painted fur of the beast I shivered inwardly and snatched my hand away as if the creature would leap out and bite. Maybe I was insane? How could one little painting have such a profound effect on me? My eyes drifted once again to the werewolf, The plethora of colours on it's fur consisted of browns, reds and oranges with interwoven streaks of silver. I wonder who did this? Who could be the painter behind a piece that evoked such an amazing feeling from within me?. I laid down on the sofa and tried falling asleep to no avail, was it the cryptic beastly painting that hung with an overwhelming aura that made me stay awake?. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and pulled at one of the sheets that was tucked with the sofa and threw it over the painting hoping I wouldn't have nightmares about gigantic wolves.
After I settled myself back on the sofa and laid down sideways I then steadied my vision and tilted my head over the couch looking underneath just in case...
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