𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕
(the cursed witch, act two)
NINA WASN'T SURE WHY SHE WAS DOING THIS TO HERSELF. Was she trying to hurt herself? Push herself further into her zombie-like stupor? Had she become masochistic and developed a taste for depression and torture?
She knew she should have gone straight to La Push. She felt happy around them, healthy even. This was not a happy or healthy thing to do.
But she couldn't stop herself as she continued to drive slowly down the overgrown lane, twisting through the trees that arched over her like a green, living tunnel. Her body felt like it was on fire, but she focused on the road ahead of her, that really was more of a trail.
She knew why she was doing this. She knew that now she was finally conscious, and no longer stuck in her constant nightmarish state, she could finally think. There was something to search for. Unattainable and impossible, uncaring and distracted... but he was out there, somewhere. She had to believe that.
Glancing at the clock on the centre of the dash, she saw the date. It had been exactly a year ago that she had moved to Forks and had started at the high school. Perhaps today was what her first day should have been, invisible and characterless.
As she drove further through the trees, the words rang through her head, tonelessly, as though she were reading them rather than having heard them being spoken.
It will be as if I'd never existed.
She knew why she was going there. It was for one reason, and one reason only. She was lying to herself if she said anything different.
The truth was that she wanted to hear his voice again, like she had in her delusional state on Friday. For that brief moment, when his voice came from some other part of her than her conscious memory, when his voice was perfect and honey smooth rather than the pale echo her memories usually produced, she was able to remember without pain.
It hadn't lasted; the pain had caught up with her, as she was sure it would for this fool's errand. But those precious moments when she could hear and see him again were an irresistible lure. She had to find some way to repeat the experience... or maybe the better word was episode.
She had a feeble hope that déjà vu was the key. So, she was going to his home, a place she hadn't been since her ill-fated birthday party that led into a human knowing the existence of vampires, along with her arm scarred by glass.
The thick, almost jungle-like growth crawled slowly past her windows. The drive wound on and on. Nina drove hesitantly. There was not a single sign of life. Not even tire marks through the dirt.
