Jacob Black... It had a certain ring to it.
After the brief meeting with the boy in the woods, I found myself wanting to actually see him. I avoided trying to imagine what he looked like. If for some reason I did get my sight back I was too afraid of being disappointed. So like any other teenager I did everything in my power to try and forget about him.
And miserably failed, considering I couldn't bury myself in the pools of literature. Or surf the net for many unecessary, pointless facts. T.V wasn't the same. Voice overs seemed to turn you off when a romantic scene occured in a chick flick... and destroy suspense when the killer is approaching the victim. It's officail that television (no matter how much you try) it is not for the blind.
So instead I tried to go anywhere but the place i had met the strange Mr Black.
A week had passed and I had to give myself credit for resisting the temptation to go for a walk to the woods. I'd just got off the phone to my mom and tucked into a chicken sandwich when Charlie walked through the door. I heard the front door slam. Followed by the scuffing of departed boots. This sound was comforting because it was one of the few things I could actually picture in my mind. Charlie in his sheriff uniform, his mustache dominating his face. Aviator glasses complete with brown (caked in dried mud) boots.
"Hey" His voice ricocheted off the walls of the kitchen. Which was the only room I had forgotten the colour of. I kept imagining it (depending on my mood) as the most colourful room in the house. Rich in tea greens and nutral colours. Or a blank oblivion. Like the lights had been turned off and we were playing a sick pychological game of 'murder in the dark' The things we came up with when we were kids. It's scary.
"Bella, Why don't you go out today? you haven't been out in a while. and the weathers pretty clear..."
So I did.
I walked through the woods. Cringing as the sticks beneath my feet cracked. I wander what it would be like to be a fallen twig. Falling from such great height from my family tree only to hit the floor and somehow be further broken as people and animals walked all over me. I was sad for the tree.
I froze for a second. The air was eerily quiet and I could hear the slight panting from a distance. It reminded me of a thirsty dog. Then, I found myself terrified. If it was a wolf, I wouldn't be able to defend myself. I wouldn't be able to see them and odds are I wouldn't survive. It started running in my direction. I couldn't do anything except stand there. Truth. If i ran I gave it a reason to chase me. If it did that then I would definately die.
"Hey it's you..." His voice came out of no where. The chasing had stopped and infront of me I could feel his breath once again glide across my face. A flash of releif flushed my face.
"It's me. and it's you" I smiled. He laughed. To try and avoid visualising him I imagined a bright background with an anomynous figure that was hidden by the light.
"wasn't expecting you here. How are you feeling?" He spoke in a gentle tone.
"With my hands" I smirked. It caused a small silence. Before he got it.
"How are you?" Jacob's laugh was bellowing and deep. It was like a deep and seductive melody that chuckled to a rythme unheard by the normal beings.
"I'm okay" I answered.
... As a result we started to make a routine out of this...