Hey so I'm probably gonna post a chapter a day, I have it written out on paper because I can't help but get bored in class. In one of my classes I ended up writing 4 and a guarter pages front and back I got that bored. But anways it's still Bella's POV please excuse the grammar....Loves <3!
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By the time my eyes adjust I notice I am in the kitchen with broken glass next to me. I must've sleep walked all the way downstairs and knocked over one of Mrs. Stevens' plates. Loud thumps sound through the whole house before multiple lights are turned on. I quickly stand up before Mr. and Mrs. Stevens run into the kitchen with worried faces. I look down at the broken glass horrified, they seem to do the same. Mrs. Stevens is the first to move, she runs over to me, running a thumb over my cheek. I wince...wait, wince? She pulls her hand away with blood on her thumb, I'm bleeding? I didn't even notice it. Mr. Stevens' face softens for a milisecond (which is a record) before his face scrunches up.
"What were you thinking! You could've gotten worse than a scratch! You need to be more careful! How many times have I told you-" He yells his face angry and red. I have sleep walked a few times before, managing to break things when I do so, he always gets so mad. I guess he doesn't know how else to react so he just gets mad. I don't blame him though, I'd get mad too.
"Dear, calm down. It was an accident and yelling at her won't fix anything," Mrs. Stevens sooths, by then my body is shaking from fear. Tears stream out of my eyes, my legs feel like jello, and my lip is trembling. I didn't mean to make him mad...I'm sorry. Mr. Stevens quickly changes his mood and has a quilty look in his eyes. He walks over to me and traps me in a hug, rubbing my back comfortingly.
After about an hour or two I finally calmed down; with the help of my little brother, a blanket, warm milk, and the bear hug I got from Mr. Stevens. Mrs. Stevens rubs my back calmly as Mr. Stevens checks to make sure no more glass is on the ground. Little brother goes back to bed, we both have school tomorrow. I put down my mug and declare I would try and get some sleep. Mrs. Stevens walks me to my room, rubbing my back until I fall asleep.
The next morning, the cut on my cheek has some dried blood on it, I quickly clean it off before changing into tight black skinny jeans with a white tank top. I slip on my black Nike's before slinging my bag over my shoulder, I take a deep breath and walk out my bedroom door. I am jumped by my little brother, I have to laugh and spin him around, maybe my senses are down after last night. I am snapped out of my thoughts as I walk into the kitchen, greeted by the smell of bacon. I pratically purr slumping in my seat.
When I get to school, I avoid the jocks and cheerleaders, we don't mix very well. I walk down the hall almost bumping into Caleb again, he growls at me before walking away. After he's gone I mumble swear words before walking into Chemistry class. Everyone stops and looks, people whisper to each other. And thanks to my non-human hearing I hear everything they say. "What a freak." "Weirdo." "She should just disappear, die." I run out the door. Why are people so cruel!? I close my eyes running down the hall, I bump into someone, I mumbl a sorry but keep running. I flung the roof door open before running behind my corner and sitting down hugging my knees close to me. That's when the tears fall, and they keep falling.
Did I do something wrong to them? A familiar minty woodsy smell fillS my nose after the roof door open and closes. The familiar sound of footsteps ring through my ears. I feel a body close to me, I can't help but look out of the corner of my eye. Nothing, the corner is blocking my view. I sniffle trying to wipe my tears away. No words are spoken between us, no words need to be spoken. I look down to see his hand sitting on the cold concrete. He moves his fingers as to say, "Come on..." I hesitantly, and slowly, reach my hand towards his. My fingers touch his palm lightly, his hand twitches making mine want to retreat. But my fingers tips tingle, spikes running through my hand. I gulp and lay my hand on his, slowly his fingers wrap around my hand. The sparks slightly increase. I wonder who this is, why is he being so nice to me? What is this feeling?
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Hope you liked that chapter!! I just noticed that all of my chapters seem REALLY short....sorry about that hehe <3 loves until next chapter!!
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