stellify: (v.) to turn into or as if into a star; to place among the stars; to glorify.
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(previously titled iridescence)
☆ First story of the Stellify series ☆
I don't own Twilight nor do I own any of the characters other than Evangeline, her au...
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Days passed, and time corroded the pumpkins strewn over the town of Forks. November swept over the streets, bringing a chilling sense of limbo. Cold nights, cold mornings, the dew that lingered like poison ivy, sticking to Eva's ankles when she left the house. It was weird, new to her. Yet this time, the damp atmosphere and mysterious environment only heightened her paranoia.
Since her first couple blackout episodes, Eva Freemond had become so inconceivably scared of sleep, of falling vulnerable to this foreign feeling. She had a few recurring dreams, similar to her waking dissociations, and one embarrassing one in class.
Luckily, at the time she was sat next to Alice, but it didn't stop the looks that turned her way as her pen slipped from her grasp, shuttering off the table and to the floor, never picked up. People couldn't help but wonder what Italian she was muttering under her breath, or why her eyes glossed over, or why she didn't respond to Alice's words.
She felt embarrassed, vulnerable, so prone to these episodes and being the most interesting exhibit. She hated it.
Regardless of where she was, she would make habit of fidgeting, tapping her fingers on things like a metronome. Twitching her feet even when sat down, trying to keep energy in her body to keep herself grounded.
With the twitchiness came the paranoia and extreme self-consciousness. Eve knew that her relentless behaviours were 'irrational', but her obsession to control her own mind wore her out more than she could have imagined.
The nights were painful. Eve would adamantly sit on the floor; if she had sat on the bed for even ten minutes, she feared she would become too comfy and fall asleep. She ended up dozing on the floor, slumped against her dresser with her canvases scattered around her. Alice often sent Jasper in the middle of the night to put her in her bed. He would stay with her while she writhed in her dreams, twitching feverishly. Even she knew she had to sleep, but she was horrified of the things she would encounter. Every. Time.
School was worse though. If Eve didn't have the issue of her mind, she would say that education was a place she thrived in. However, if she couldn't even focus on her surroundings, it was impossible to bloom in the environment. Jasper had been a huge help, picking her up in the mornings before school would start so they could get a coffee, make sure she has someone looking out for her at all times. If Eve was alone, they both grew concerned that she would zone out into another episode, another thing to knock the brunette into devastation.
If anyone who watched them were to guess, most would assume that the honey blonde and brunette were a couple. The Hale's hand was always on her, often playing with her hair or fingers in public. He would keep her nestled in his side, her resting on him like he was the most comfortable furniture to exist. If he wasn't in her class, he would wait for her, and have one of his siblings keep an eye on her to make sure she isn't alone.
Not that being alone was an issue. It wasn't as if they were trying to control her life; Eve and Jasper both came to understanding that she was too petrified of her own mind to allow herself even a moment of reflection. People wondered why she would fidget, mechanically tapping her skin or stationery. Why she would become despondent and dull when people asked her questions. Why she spoke more Italian by accident or not.
It was gym class, and the poor girl was forced onto the court. Luckily Emmett was in the gym with her, every few moments looking over to see if she was alright. Well, as alright as she could be.
During the past few days, Evangeline Freemond had become incredibly self-conscious, her mind fried, unable to focus on anything coherently. She stood on the court, skin-tight gym top clawing at her breasts, suffocating her ribs and tummy. The material was pathetic, too sheer that it lightly displayed the black lacey bra she had underneath, her cleavage obvious to anyone who looked at her chest. It was embarrassing for her; she tried to hide her body from herself and others, yet here she was, put on full show for anyone. For free.
Her shorts were no better. She had asked the teacher if they had any sweatpants she could borrow or buy, but the coach said it was going to hinder her performance on the court. Ah yes, male sports teachers never ceased to disappoint the female population. So, she was shrugging into herself, the skimpy material of the shorts grazing just below her bum. She kept fiddling with the hemline of both items on her, pulling down the shorts every time she moved, tugging at her top to hide – in her opinion – her repugnant physique.
As the game started, Eva couldn't help but shy away from the ball. The shouts of her teammates echoed though her ears, harshly reverberating around her skull. Her jaw flexed in anxiousness, eyes starting to dim. She was slipping out of reality, mind shutting down into itself.
Her sudden worry about blacking out again made her holt in the middle of the gym, near the back of the volleyball court. Unfortunately for her, that exact moment Jessica Stanley had thwacked the ball over the net, shooting towards the dazed and vulnerable brunette.
It was like watching in slow motion as Eve looked upwards, doe eyes flitting up to see the court before her. Her team shouted for her to "block it" but it was too late to understand that they were saying. The ball smacked into her temple, the force consequently sending her tumbling to the ground.
The impact rendered the brunette numb, sort of feeling how you do when you've gone on an airplane. Her ears popped, distorting the sounds of her surroundings, and her head rang out like a siren. Black spots flitted around her vision, the urge to seep and give up enticing her.
Emmett, seeing the small girl collide with the ground, hurried over to pick her up, insisting the coach that he would take her to the Nurse's office. He lifted her as if she was as light as a feather, her head lolling back into his stony arm.
Eve uneasily tugged at his shirt, mumbling incoherently.
"What're you saying, Eva? I can't understand you," the buff man asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Don't let me go, don't," she urged, her grip on him growing weaker, "please. Don't let me leave."
Fighting the exhaustion and oncoming flashback, Eva whimpered softly. Moments after her futile attempt, her eyes rolled back, limbs going slack as she passed out.
---Author's Notes---
Word count: 1990
Hi :) I've got a longer chapter lined up but I wanted to publish something now, so don't worry, chapter 16 will be juicier... if u know what I mean ;)
