How was your Thanksgiving? I know I had a great time. Got stuffed with mostly pie. :)

Welcome to another chapter! I hope you all had a great time on Thanksgiving. I don't really have much to say. So, with that said..Enjoy this chapter!

Bad Memories and Nightmares

I felt like I was overwhelmed, but at the same time I feel like I am drifting away from all the negative energy that was built up inside.

Red.

I can see red.

Looking up from my messy, red-stained hands, I notice a painting. One that has a bunch of different colored blobs on the smooth surface.

I painted a heart.

A heart that looks to be broken and worn down with pain and anger. There was also a hint of sadness.

Sitting on my bedroom floor with a paint-stained apron is one thing, but tears streaming down my cheeks in an almost unattrative fashion is another.

I let all my emotions out during my painting session.

I screamed in hurt and flung paint blobs at the surface of the easel in anger.

Anger.

Why did I feel so much anger?

Hurt was understandable. But why anger?

Was it because of the assumptions of me killing my parents? Or was it beacuse I kept it all bottled up for years? Or...was it because I didn't have the luxury of having my parents alive and with me whenever I need them the most?

Right now I would love more than anything in the world to have my mother to craddle me and tell me things will be alright. That sounds pretty lame and weak, but it's true.

I miss my parents so much that it hurts just even thinking about them.

I would do anything to bring them back to me.

But, unfortunately, that is impossible. They are dead and nothing in this world could ever bring them back.

I sighed. Not in anger or frustration. Not even in sadness. But in relief.

I let all my emotions come out and it was extremely relieving.

Getting up off the floor was a struggle. I have been sitting in a fetal position for a little over a half an hour. My legs were cramping and it was painful to stand up. Soon enough my legs began to get use to standing. I flexed them to make sure I was fine to walk.

Charlie and Bella are out at some coffee shop eating. I didn't want to go and besides...They need time to spend together without me.

I headed over to the bathroom to clean up when I heard a knock at the front door.

Confused, I decided to answer the door. When I made it downstairs, I realized that I was still messy. I quickly take off the apron in hopes of fixing the problem. It worked, but I saw myself in the hall mirror and saw that I still had paint on my hands and face. Great.

I run to the kitchen and grab a washcloth. I cleaned off the majority of my hands and face. That was all I was getting off for now and went for the door.

When I opened it up, however, I was not expecting what I saw.

Standing in the doorway was none other than Jacob Black.

He was frozen in the middle of what looks like another knock. He smiled and put his hand down.

"Wow what happened to you?" He asked.

"Um...hi Jacob. I was just painting. Um...What are you doing here?" I asked in total shock.

He looked a bit shy when I asked him. It was kinda funny. Did he come here for Bella? I smiled internally at the thought.

"Uhh...well." He slowly said. "I was wondering if Bella was here." He looked uncomfortable.

I gave him a soft smile. "She and Charlie went out to eat. They should be back soon." I reassured him. His face seemed to flicker to disappointment, then he composed himself.

"Would you like me to sent a message or would you like to come inside and wait?" I asked him.

He just nodded his head. "Nah. I will just catch her another time. It's not that important." Yeah, okay. Not important? I think more like you want to ask her out. I thought with an internal chuckle.

"Okay then. I'll see you around? I will make sure to let her know you stopped by." I gave him a wink and I could have sworn he just blushed a little.

He turned around and walked off. I closed the door and made my way back upstairs to clean off.

I just decided to shower instead.

I washed my hair out of any paint and cleaned off my face and hands. Everywhere else was untouched by the paint. After I was completely free of paint, I hopped out of the shower and back to my room.

I took out a pair of soft, pink pajama pants and a white tank top.

Once I was dried off and dressed, I heard the front door open.

Charlie and Bella are back.

I stuck my painting in the corner by my bed and cleaned up my art supplies. Luckily, I didn't get any paint on the floor because I placed a white sheet in place of what could of potentially been a disaster.

"Hey."

I jumped and whirled around.

"Oh my..Bella! You scared me!" I said throwing a pillow at her.

"Pay back." was all she said before throwing the pillow back at me. I grinned and she softly chuckled.

I saw her eyes flicker to my new creation. She looked a bit upset when she saw what it was. It looked like she was in deep thought about something.

"So, how was dinner?" I asked. She jumped a little and stared at me.

"Fine." she replied. "I'm just going to bed now. Good night." She left the room before I can even speak. "Good night." I whispered more to myself since she was already gone.

I slipped into bed. I turned off the lights and snuggled down into the soft mattress.

Slowly I drifted into a dream.

xXxXxXx

Feet hurriedly stomped through the woods. I was in an adreniline rush. Face flushed with heat and sweat. My legs feeling like noodles for running for so long.

Suddenly, a man was in my path and I bumped right into his cold, rock-hard chest. I stumbled back a few feet.

I looked at him with fear.

Crimson eyes stared at me in hunger.

I scurried away from the pale skinned creature. They had a massive grin on their face and all I could do was stare into those alluring crimson eyes.

He looked to be stalking towards me in a predatory manner but I didn't pay any attention to his movements. I could not move my hazel eyes from his red crimson ones.

He laughed at me when I tried to run away. I only succeeded in tripping over a stump.

He was in my face now, leaning over top of me.

"Don't worry child. This will only hurt a little bit." The pale man whispered in my ear.

I screamed in pain as a sharp feeling pinched my neck.

"NO!" I abruptly sat up in my bed, sweat forming on my face. I was panting very heavily.

I looked around and noticed I was in my bedroom. I calmed down and my breathing returned to its normal pace.

I looked over at my clock and in big red letters read 4:37. I groaned and flopped back down on the bed. I was not about to fall back to sleep now. I don't feel that much tired anymore anyways.

I decided to get up and get ready for school.

Since I couldn't fall back to sleep, I made the decision to catch up on some of my work.

By the time 6:45 rolled around, I heard Bella descend the stairs.

I hope this day is better than the last. I couldn't stand the thought of all those stares and whispers. It was truly the most horrible thing I had to go through.

I don't know Nikita. You had a pretty bad encounter in the woods. Although you don't really remember it, do you? Hmm, why am I talking to a fictional character? I don't know.

Anyway. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I kind of made up the whole Jacob thing there if you noticed. I know..genius. It was probably horrible. I'm sorry. I am just very happy that I almost got Jacobs nervous personality correct. Did I? I don't know. Let me know how I did! It would be greatly appreciated.

Also, I am so in the mood for some cookies right now. Hmm, cookies.

Anyways, have a great day!