Becoming Mortal

Peace and Chaos

February 28, 1803
•4:36PM•
~Scarlett~

Six days. Six days I have tried with every ounce of my being to stay awake. To say I am terrified is an understatement. I have watched my every move, the places I go, everything.

I have been locked in my bedroom for six days. Afraid to move. Lost within my thoughts. What if he hurts me more? What if he hurts my family? What is it about this house he feels the need to protect?

I sighed and decided I needed to go out, get some fresh air, take a walk. A walk sounds nice. I looked around my room cautiously and walked to my closet. I did not care if it is too hot to wear long sleeves, I am doing it anyway. Girls aren't supposed to wear pants, but since I won't be in the square or anywhere in town, I decided it was the best choice.

I could care less if my mother saw me and were embarrassed to see her daughter in pants. Slipping on black pants, and a deep green flowy long sleeve, I grabbed my boots and made my way down the stairs. Looking around to see if anyone was around, I sped out the door and took my time walking, not having a specific place in mind.

I ended up going through the woods. A wonderful place to walk and just think. Hearing the birds above your head, the rustling of the leaves on the branches, the slow, cool breeze whipping through your hair, the snapping of the twigs under your feet and the crunching of the leaves. Everything is at peace.

I walked until I reached my most desired place, the flower meadow. My heaven. I took my time walking through the thick grass, the flowers, and the heat from the suns light and rays beaming down lighting up the entire meadow.

I walked around the blossom tree with new blooming pink blossoms and with the wind blowing, blossoms blew around the tree and onto the fresh green grass.

I walked all the way around the tree until I reached the carvings Damon and I had done when we first came here. 'D & S' was carved in little cursive letters into the trunk of the tree.

After he died it was hard coming here,but when I did, it put me at peace. All the memories we shared here calmed me and made me smile for hours. Call me crazy, but some days I feel like he is here, just walking by my side, watching over me. And today is one if those days.

I smiled to myself and started to swing. I closed my eyes once I got high enough and leaned my head back and felt the breeze flowing around me. It felt like home away from home. If I could, I would live here in the meadow and away from everything else.

For a real moment, I started to think of him. Lucas Carter. What was it about him that made me feel nothing but fear when he was around? Just thinking of his name made me want to hit my head against a wall. I knew I could not hide in fear forever, so I need to do some digging. There is not much in Essence Village, so the only places I could check are the library and the hospital for past records.

Slowing down my swing, I dug my heels into the ground and just sat there. I took in ever detail in my surroundings, I turned my head and right when I was about to turn bak around, my eyes caught him. He was here. He stood at the far back near the edge of the trees, looking at me.

My jaw went slack and it felt like my lungs were burning. There was something different about him. Both his eyes were a deep green and he seemed relaxed. He gave me a very small grin which almost made me fall off my swing. It was when he took his first step toward me that I took off running and I didn't stop until I reached the door of the house.

I was out of breath as I walked into the dining room and shut the curtains covering the windows. If I was going to find information on him it was going to have to be now.