Identity Crisis
By Narkness
CHAPTER FIVE
More Than A Woo-Man
Bella's nightmares did not have a soundtrack, or ominous music to warn her of the coming danger. Instead of being able to wake in a cold sweat, Bella slept on right into the nightmare. In fact, it was just like slipping into real life, free of italics and bold warnings. Just slipping, slipping…
Bella had in fact slipped like normal to a place where real dreams took place. No magic castles or stylized fields of green and purple flowers grew. Actually, her dreams began in a fashion that had her fantasizing about a grand feast, to fill her empty stomach.
Real life Bella munched sleepily on her downy pillow, drooling and snoring happily.
Her dream changed in a bewilderingly quick and yet subtle fashion that saw the food miraculously disappear from her hands. Because, now it was just a room, dark and empty aside from the goal. If she looked hard enough, the only thing she saw was Jake. He stood at the other end, his arms beckoning, welcoming. Her dream self threw herself into his arms as dreamlike as hers.
Real Bella gasped and rolled and cocooned herself tighter in bed sheets, dreaming on.
Jake was murmuring sweet nothings that sounded distinctly musical, as dream and reality danced and mixed and flirted and exchanged phone numbers. Neither of the two Bellas found it absurd or strange that Jake was whispering the piano tune of Clair De Lune.
Real Bella rolled to dangle her tangled limbs over the edge of the bed.
"Forever," Jake whispered, Bella's heart constricting with a funny feeling that could have been acid reflux. So much love, hearts pounding, lips meeting, dream shimmering…
Bella watched herself, wrapped tightly in Jake's arms, face buried against his neck, hiding from view. Sweet nothings turned to a slamming shuddering of piano notes in reality. A growl of frustration.
The dream spun on an axis. The girl in Jake's arms was no longer her, and provoked fear at the very sight. Pale skin, long dark curled hair, red lips, thinner, taller and more beautiful. Her sister, her Reneesme.
Jake's lips met hers in a sick parody that made her chest squirm like maggots. It was deep long and passionate, she watched on, unable to stop them, breathless. Their lips broke hours later, only to catch their breath.
"Mine now." Reneesme's wicked red lips murmur, her face contorting to smirk, licking her lips like a satisfied cat. Her smile remained as she slowly absorbed Jake, melting together into the black abyss, an all consuming mass. "Forever," a sinister giggle, "Mine."
"Jake!" Bella cried, trying to sit upright, but instead tangling her ankles in sheets and fell harshly and suddenly to the floor, tossing herself out of her dream. She blinked.
No Jake. No evil sinister monster disguised as sister. No black abyss. If only it were a dream…it was reality, memory.
In fact, all she could see was blue carpet, seeing as she'd mashed her face into it and gotten a mouthful. Nothing quite like the sting of carpet burn. She noted with interest the harshly paler scrubbed slice of carpet, smelled like bleach. Bella froze when she distinctly remembered that she wasn't sleeping in her car, but, sharing a room. Bella, blushing hotly, pushed herself up on her hands.
Edward stood by his own bed, straightening his tie and slinging his backpack over his shoulders. "Class starts in ten." Edward stated rather matter-o-factly. It takes Bella's mind a moment to comprehend what he said, he looked handsome in his uniform. He turned without taking a glance at her, and as he closed the door behind himself, Bella couldn't retrain the urge to yell.
"Wha…I missed breakfast!" She scrambled to clamber to her feet, but as always, only stumbled as her feet twisted in the bed sheets pooled around her ankles. She ripped off her clothes faster than one could mention, "Orgy."
It took Bella exactly seven minutes, thirty-four seconds and twelve very tiny parts of seconds…if we are being exact, that is.
Then it was exact that it didn't take ages for Bella to find her classroom, if it did take an age it wouldn't have mattered if she were late, everyone would be dead. Instead, it took her two minutes, forty-two seconds to even actually find the correct staircase.
As fast as her chicken legs could carry her in her too-big pants she perused her map in hope of discovering the secret of her first class' location. How on earth could be so difficult to discover an English class?
Panic mode set in.
"Hello?" A taller blonde boy stood above her, blue eyes and a pleasant grin. "Can I help you…" His blue eyes lingered, glancing up and down. "gorgeous? I'm Mike Newton." Mike outstretched a hand.
Bella looked at it like it was an offer from Satan. A very fabulous Satan.
First of all, yes, yes, I went there.
Also, according to my sister, this is the perfect place to end the chapter.
Chapter title song: More Than A Woman - Bee Gees.
