Twisted Twilight 2-11 The Chase Bella Part 2/1
The wind flung my hair in my face, blocking my vision. I stumbled, again, causing myself to fall over and cut my hands on the rocks.
"Just what I needed," I mumbled, "You're running away from a rouge vampire, and practically mark a path of your blood to follow."
I hoisted myself up and started to running in the direction of home or what's left of a home now. I fell. Cursing, I got back up.
Why was I even bothering? He could kill me in less than a second; shred me to bits before I realised what was happening.
So why was I running? One name popped into my mind: Edward. The closest thing I had to a boyfriend, the only reason why I was still in unsunny Forks. The only reason why I was still running, away from death. With Edwards face itched into my mind, I ran into the woods.
I searched rapidly, trying to find some other place to go, a weapon to use, anything, but there was nothing but trees.
I was trapped, cornered like a mouse. I tre
A letter of introductionDear Samantha,
You must know yourself pretty by now, or at least you think you do. I'm writing you this letter to say hello, and I hope you find more about yourself, even just a little bit.
You have a darling brother who you hardly talk to, and a dad who isn't quite your dad, but you love him for it anyway. You have a mum who thinks she is a teenager, and you think you are more mature than her. You also have a sister, who you don't talk to, she's married. You two didn't really get along as kids, and now you're both adults (or close to); nothing's changed like you thought it would. You missed out on being that little sister everyone wants.
You try to keep in contact with your real dad, but things don't go too well with your mum. She doesn't think it's a good idea. Your dad's partner is like the second mum you never got. You'd give the world to b
What mask will you wear today? The depressed girl underneath is slowly seeping through. Choose the mask that you will wear.
Will it be the one who cares? The one that listens to others' sadness and take it to heart. Mentally comparing how there life is compared to yours.
Or will it be the brave one? The one that will let nothing show, make you feel like you are invincible. The one that is hardest to maintain in those needy times.
Will you chose the happy one? The one that stabs you in the heart every time you smile and laugh? You're getting good at that one, taking the internal blows.
Or will you, just once, put no mask on. Let your emotions play on your face. Test yourself on how tough you are. This is the hardest. Not many people see this
. part two."Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean." ~ David Searls.
Flashes of the weeks leading up to the accident flooded my mind. The party that everyone attended, getting grounded for sneaking out, my ugly break up with Dwayne, and finally the mysterious letters that have being coming to me in the post.
"Miss Andrews? The answer to question four, if you may," the teacher asked with that amused smirk on her face.
"Umm... I don't know the answer," was my weak reply.
"Stay back after class Kaelah, I need to talk to you."
Fuck. It's just not my day. I went back to drawing on my paper and thinking about the past, when everything was happy and comfortable, unlike the present.
The bell pitched its usual ringing; concluding that the school day was over. I sleepily packed up my things before heading over to see what my teacher wanted.
"Kaelah " she began, stretching out the word as if it meant something, "all the teachers know that what yo
."There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it." ~ Oscar Wilde
The alarm started blaring in my ear, signalling for me to get up and get dressed ready for the day to come. Of course the little machine beeping didn't know that I was already dressed, just waiting for that crucial second call that would never come. Never again will mum come in and shake me awake, or drag me into the car so I wouldn't be late for school. Never again.
Tears started to well up in my eyes as I thought about everything that wouldn't be happening since that grave day. No, I thought, I won't focus on the fact that my life as I know it is over. Instead I got up and faced the day ahead of me.
Everything was a blur, one long, colourful, hurtful blur. Strangers passing by that bump into me, say sorry and then continue walking, birds that chirp and chase each other under table legs and chairs, looking for crumbs of food, children who
Preface.Time keeps going by; second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour.
Days turn into weeks, weeks to months, and months to years.
Accidents occur one tragedy after the next.
What's done is done, and can't be erased. Or can it?