Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
-Mary Elizabeth Frye
Green, seemingly, was the only color Bailey could see as she sat in the back seat of her father’s police cruiser. Nothing but deep, dark, green forests for miles. Over it all hung from the ever-present cloudy grey sky. Everything was wet and green and drenched in shade. Bailey looked out the window taking in her gloomy new surroundings.
Her father, Charlie, much like Bella and herself, was more of an introvert. Less out going. The strained silent atmosphere in the cruiser was a deep contrast to Bella’s relationship with Renee.
“You’re hair’s longer.” Charlie commented in attempt to make everything ‘not awkward.’
“I cut it since the last time I saw you.” Bella replied. Bailey had never been to Forks before, though she had done her research. She knew what to expect. Rain. Snow. Flannel. Vampires. Not that she knew any vampires were in Forks, just that it was a perfect place for them to live.
“I guess it grew out again.” Charlie said. Bella just nodded her head in response, staying completely silent.
“How’s your mom?” Charlie asked, and Bailey finally understood. He was making small talk. She hated small talk. If she was going to have a conversation with someone, she wanted it to be meaningful. She wanted to get something out of the conversation. Be it knowledge, peace, or hatred. She didn’t want to let a good conversation go to waist. Not that she usually participated in conversations. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk. She wasn’t a mute. Ever since the vampire in Arizona hung her, it hurt to talk. Whenever she did it felt like something was being lodged in her throat and following her breath all the way down to her stomach where it stabbed holes in her intestines. And for a while, she thought that was actually happening, for she would cough up blood occasionally.
“She’s good.” Bella said. They passed a sign reading ‘The City Of Forks Welcomes You. Population - 3246.’ Make that 3248… Bailey thought, and Bella sighed.
As the cruiser weaved through the streets Bailey took in the logging town. Every storefront had a wood carving. The timber museum’s sign was two men sawing a stump. The police station was a wooden building across from the city hall.
The cruiser pulled up to an old two story house. A woodshed full of firewood, a small boat in the garage, fishing gear, a buoy. Bailey climbed out of the cruiser and stared. Home. She thought. Her new home. At least until the vampires got to her.
Bella and Charlie carried in Bella’s bags while Bailey carried in her singular bag. When they stepped in, Bailey wasn’t surprised. The house wasn’t stylish, the only new thing there was a flatscreen T.V, but it was comfortable, lived in. There was lots of fishing memorabilia, lots of framed fishing photos of Charlie and an old native american man who Bailey didn’t recognize. There were handmade cards to ‘daddy’, and photos of Bella. Bailey caught her sister wince at the picture of herself, seven years old, sitting stubbornly on the ground in a pink tutu.
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Superhero (Twilight Fanfiction)
FanfictionBailey, Bella's younger sister, was paranoid. She watched her sister sleep on nights during which something fealt off. She worked harder in school to be sure that she would be put in the same grade as her sister who was five years older. She would r...
