❝𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.❞
Tallulah Delacruz is a girl with a dream. The dream of becoming a prima ballerina. But her dreams are crushed when her parents force her to move to Forks, Washington.
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𝚂 𝙸 𝚇
I TAKE A STROLL THROUGH THE WOODS. With Bella building motorcycles with Jake, I haven't got anything to do. Both Angela and Jessica are busy with their boyfriends and I haven't got anyone to hang out with.
I don't feel lonely, I think? I know that they're my friends, and they're busy, and that's fine. I know that people can be busy, but there's this feeling in my chest that returns when all of the distractions disappear.
I don't think I'm depressed. I'm not hurting myself, or hurting other people, yet I can't help this feeling of constant paranoia and anxiety. I'm not even anxious for something, I just feel anxious, all the time. I'm okay? For the most part, but when I'm alone... I feel like I'm not living, that I'm just existing.
That I'm just here, I don't feel anything. I'm not happy, I'm not sad, I'm not angry - anymore - I'm just here. With nothing to do. And an eternity to live alone.
I let out a deep exhale and trail my eyes to the large trees that surround me. They're beautiful, free. Able to grow where they want. I imagine all of the trees are friends, and talk to each other when wind blows through their leaves. It's weird, I know, that I imagine trees to be alive, but I think it's interesting, and a good thing to think about.
I take steps through the woods and see my old house in the distance. I speed over to it, standing at the edge of the woods, just staring at it. There's yellow safety tape surrounding it, showing that it's a crime scene.
The house has burnt down, bricks and rubble cover the floor. My eyes lock onto my old bedroom, it's the only place in the house almost untouched by the flames.
In seconds I stand in it, looking around. The walls are down but everything in my room is exactly where it was. This isn't good. If it was a gas explosion, everything would've been destroyed. They're going to think someone did this, that I did this.
Or are they? I see a small flicker in the light surrounding the room. I walk through it and look back, I can't see anything. I frown and take a step through the thing again, able to see my entire room.
Who did that? Has someone done this? Because it wasn't me. I can smell something and I inhale deeply. I look at my shirt drawer, frowning. I open it, seeing the almost empty drawer. I left three shirts in here before the house was burnt down, and only one remains.
Two of my shirts have been taken, but by who? Who could do this? I turn around, only to be greeted by a dark cloaked figure. It watches me, frozen. "Who did this?" I ask it and take a step closer to it. The sky turns red.
"She will be back." Its disoriented voice tells me. "When?" I ask and it looks at me. "Multiple times. To attack? June 15, 2006." Its voice says to me. "Who is she?" It vanishes as I ask. The sky fades back to a cloudy grey.
