And Alyssa makes her triumphant (cough-or not-cough) return to Fanfiction! I've finally begun work on my long neglected stories, now that school is out.
I know that this chapter is kind of short. But I really like this one. I hope you like it too!
Disclaimer: I do not own.
He stood on the cliff, surveying the water below him. As usual, it was churning. The wind was howling. But the weather didn't phase him. It never did. His cool gaze lifted from the water and looked into my eyes. A thrill of panic shot through me. I couldn't move. I never could.
"Goodbye Bella," he said indifferently. I tried to reach out to him. I tried to make myself speak, but the motion and the words wouldn't come. He turned his head back to the water and there was a tension filled moment before it happened, just like I knew it was.
He jumped off the cliff, fully intending to end his life. The scream that I'd been trying to let loose finally came through.
"Jacob!" I cried in terror. Just like always, he didn't respond. He was gone. And just like every other night, I woke up.
My breathing was constricted, coming in short gasps as I tried to calm myself down.
"Was it the same dream again?" Edward's voice seemed to emanate from the darkness; worried, but disapproving at the same time. I knew that he was sitting in the chair back in the shadowy corner of my room. The same as every night. That was one repetition that I didn't mind.
"Yeah," I murmured as I tried to detangle myself from my sheets. "Do all newborns have this…side effect?"
Edward chuckled and crossed the room to sit next to me. He pulled me into his lap and held me close. I missed that icy feeling that his skin used to hold. He was still colder than I was, being that he was fully vampire, but it just wasn't the same. He was more comfortable around me now, though, since I was no longer as strong of a temptation to him.
"No," he replied. "At least, not any newborns I've known." He shrugged. "Of course, your situation is a bit…well, not unheard of, but most definitely rare. For all we know, the dreams could be a result of malnutrition or sleep deprivation. Your body is still adjusting to the new changes you've been through."
I rolled my eyes. Only Edward would contribute that fact that I had had the same dreams fifteen times in a row to sleep deprivation.
"Don't you think," I persisted, "that maybe the dreams means something?"
"What could it mean?" Edward frowned in disapproval at my worry over Jacob. "I don't think your animal would fling himself off a cliff over a girl." He grinned halfheartedly. "Even a girl like you."
"Maybe it's not because of me," I protested.
"Bella," Edward was serious now. "You think too much. It was just a dream. Besides, I am sure that the-" I glared at him, "Jacob can take care of himself."
I realized that our conversation would just end in an argument, as did all conversations about Jacob, so I decided to keep my thoughts to myself for awhile. I snuggled back up against Edward. He began to hum my lullaby under his breath. My exhausted eyes began to slide closed. It wasn't long before the tone of his voice and his soothing rubbing on my back lulled me into an uneasy sleep.
It was pitch black. The darkness was tangible. It was all around me, pressing in on me. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. I was gasping for air. Wherever I was, I was going to die there. I was sure of it. And then, suddenly, the suffocating blackness began to thin. Gradually, I could make out a surface. A road, possibly. Drops of something wet peppered my body. I looked up. I was beginning to make out angry, black clouds. It was raining, more and more as time went on. I squinted, trying to figure out where I was. Two tiny bright lights emerged from around what I assumed was a turn in the road. They grew bigger as they came closer and I realized that it was a car. I blinked.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer standing outside. Instead, I was in the backseat of the car that had just passed me. The passengers' faces were obscured by the darkness. I hoped mine was as well, should they notice I was there.
"I think you missed our exit," a woman's voice complained.
"I didn't see it yet," the man driving said. "Let's just go a little further."
"We're going to be late!" the woman shifted irritably in her seat, causing a flash of light to glitter off the fancy jewelry she wore on her wrist. I guessed that these people, whoever they were, were on their way to a party or something.
"Maybe you're right," the man conceded. "Maybe we should-" The man was cut off but a sudden squealing of the tires. The car began to fishtail out of control. The man swore out of fear. The sound of the woman's screaming reverberated through the air as the man tried desperately to keep the car on the road. The car twisted around dangerously, swerving and tilting. I heard another voice start to scream as well, and I realized that it was mine. The car swerved again, this time, more violently. I didn't notice the turn in the mountain road until that moment. A feeling of panic washed over me. There was no way the man was going to be able to get control over the car before we reached that sharp curve. The car was going to tumble down the embankment with us in it. The man knew it as well. In a last ditch attempt to stop the car, the man jerked the steering wheel to the left and stomped on the breaks. It didn't help. The car swerved on the uneven asphalt, turning us so that we would hit the thin guard rail sidelong. As we sped towards our inevitable demise, the woman crossed herself and uttered one short sentence.
"Lord save us."
And then the world turned upside down. We slammed through the guard rail hard. Sickening crunches rang through the air as the car bounced off the ground, rolling faster and faster. And then, suddenly, we stopped.
The man and woman had slammed against various parts of the car during our descent and now they hung limply from their seatbelts. I had barely moved throughout the whole ordeal, reminding me that the crash was merely a figment of my overwrought imagination. At least, I thought it was. I had never had a dream this vivid. Not even my Jacob Suicide dream.
A sudden morbid curiosity took the place of the panic I had felt, which had subsided when the car stopped rolling. I wanted to know who these people were. I carefully peered over at the bodies in the front seats. The man was bleeding so badly that the features on his face were obscured. My stomach turned violently. He was definitely dead. I turned to the woman.
It was if time stopped. The woman was alive, but just barely. She made eye contact with me, and it was as if something had shocked her. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of me. She drew a gasping breath and whispered on word.
"Bella…" Her eyes slipped closed and her breath left her.
The cold panic that had seized me during the crash had returned. I was hyperventilating, praying that I was wrong. But I knew I wasn't. I could just see through the dark, sticky blood that I was staring down at the dead face of my mother.
I woke up screaming.