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"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair,"
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
I felt the earth tremble beneath my weary feet, which were swollen and bruised, since I had been walking for centuries. My body shook with every inhalation and I felt myself about to collapse on the warm inviting wood floor. However, my heart reminded me that I should continue. There was something I felt… do not ask me what it was for I would not be able to describe it, nor would you be able to comprehend the depth of my emotions
Feeling my way through the woods, for I had been blinding by the brightness of the sun, I made my way toward the cliffs. It was not that far away. I just had to walk a few more feet and I would be back at my sacred area. My holy place. The place where I could gaze at the sun and bask in its glory. It had been literally years since I came back here.
I was not able to do that much, since the pack took dominance of my woods. They could not have my woods. It was my place and mine alone. I had already marked my territory, unbeknownst to those raging pack of overgrown mutts. I suppose, I should not despise them, but how could I not. Honestly, my son was taken away from me. I was taken away from him. I was told to leave.
"Leave, or your son will suffer and you know it," Quil Sr. had demanded, in his mighty voice of authority that ticked me off to no end.
Ha, so that was my only chance right? Yes, sadly it was. It was either leave or risk my son's life. There was one thing I never gambled with and that was the safety of my child. Any good mother would agree that she puts her child first. So I left my baby boy, and off I went to Texas. Not that greatest of choices, mind you.
Thankfully, with me being gone my son was able to develop, I guess. Naturally, I wanted to teach him. After all my husband could not teach him nearly all of the things that I could. It broke my heart that I could not hold him after he had his heart broken and whisper words to him and threaten to talk some sense into the girl. My husband plainly told him to toughen up and be a man. My husband was so strict and unyielding to human emotions, my son's father was generous and kind. Now…well I don't know much now since I left, but I do keep tabs.
I was fine with the Council, grateful even that they granted me the right to watch over my son. That gratification was soon turned to hatred as I watched the funeral service they administered for me.
I will neuter them for making my baby believe I was dead, I vowed solemnly to myself.
I stopped in my tracks. Thoughts with the power of a tornadoe came whirling toward me, picking me off of the ground. The silence soon became too much, it was as if the words had faced some opposition. Then as soon as the words left they came back spiraling toward me in an angry wrath. Tears blurred my vision, and I gritted my teeth. The words, though frantic, were now gentle caresses to my wind-bitten cheek.
Hesitantly, I titled my face upward to see a girl about the age of seventeen on the cliff. She couldn't jump. She wouldn't jump. My heart lurched and I felt a growing anxiety whelm within my bosom. My breathing became hard and labored and my mouth felt dry, with my tongue sticking to the root of my mouth.
I tried to run to her, yet my feet remained planted firmly on the wet sodden ground. The sun peeked out from the curtain as if making a guest appearance in a rainy show. The rain pittered pattered softly on my head, then became hard like nails.
I do not think the girl noticed.
Her brows were furrowed together, her forehead creased, her lips pressed tight together as if keeping herself from speaking the earth's secrets, and her hands were clenched to her side as if stopping her from moving forward.
Once I realized who the girl was, I faltered. Please, do not kill yourself. Please. I could literally hear her inner struggle. There was this instinct telling me she was not going to jump, but I did not trust myself. Quickly, I brought my foot forward wincing at the sharp pain as I stepped on a jagged rock.
A shaky breath escaped my lips. I stopped walking. She was not going to jump. I kept repeating this little mantra in my mind, while somehow trying to encourage myself to reach her. Before I could even reach ten feet away from her, the gentle breeze seemed to carry her off of her feet and send her in her own descent toward the waters.
My heart dropped and the sun went back behind its curtains, hiding away due to stage fright. It had been out too long. The sun never stayed out more than forty-five minutes in Forks. It went against nature to do so.
I could hear her screaming and feel my heart clench at the sound of her scream.
At this moment I have never felt so bad. No one should ever watch someone plummet to their death and just be a bystander, especially if he or she is your child.