The Dancer and the Werewolf

Chapter 4

One Week Later...

Ive stayed silent for the last week. I cant comprehend the fact that my whole family, my friends, the people I loved think I dont even exist! It can't be possible. Somewhere, deep inside, they must have some feeling that I exist, any type of knowledge about me. It can just all DISAPPEAR! But, Noahs adamant that it cant be possible, and even if it was. Im not allowed to go back to NSW.

He can't control me.

Sooner or later - hopefully sooner - I will get back to NSW. Back to my family.

But for the past week, Ive been silent. No talking, no dancing, I havent even responded to Noah's questions or touches or anything. Ive been completely numb.

And it's all his fault.

My feelings toward Noah at the moment are so... twisted.

Im so angry at him for what hes done, but at the same time I know its not his fault. And I feel so sorry that im being so rude to him, when I can physically see the effect its having on him. He looks so depressed all the time - exactly how I feel - and I know its all my fault.

So how o I feel about Noah?

If I had met him in a normal place, normal setting. I could have liked him, been with him. That I knew. But, right now? After all thats happened? And I know that I still have a lot further to go with this whole situation. I dont know how I feel. My body and heart say that I should be with him, it feels right... but my head is reasonable. It remembers that hes taken everything, that Ive lost so much. I dont know what to do.

So thats why, right now, im sitting in Noahs room - seeing as he wont give me my own, were 'mates' so we have ot stay together, whatever - laying on the bed and looking out the window at the lovely summers day outside. The trees bursting with their natural green colours. Ive always loved forests, I dont know why, I just have. ALl the vibrant colours, the beautiful scenery, the smell. Everything.

Noah walked through the door - in all his glory. Cut-off jeans, fitted black t-shirt, no shoes, hair messily styled, and his eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Theres no other way to describe them. His eyes are mesmerising.

He carried a plate in his hands, a sandwich on top. Devon and tomato sauce - just like the past seven days. I refused to leave the room, I couldnt bear to see all the happy couples-in-love like hes described ot me. So ive just stayed in his room, watching tv - which folded down out of the ceiling, cool right? - thinking, and brooding. There hasnt been much else to do, except go to the bathroom and shower and whatever. Noah's sister was, apparently, my age and size, so I was borrowing her clothes, for the time being. Just shorts and singlets. Nothing too flash, not that i cared, anyway.

Noah came and sat down on the bed next to me, silently handing me the plate. I knew I had to eat the whole sandwich, or else he'd practically force it down my throat, like he did the morning after I found out about my life being destroyed.

So I silently ate the sandwich, whilst Noah watched my every move, trying to figure out my thought patterns, like he always did. Ive learnt to just ignore him now, its easier for me, just pretend like im not here, like none of this is real, just some stupid fantasy...

I finished the sandwich, and handed the plate back to Noah, focusing back on the scenery outside the window. It was so lovely. I could see the hummingbird in the trees, singing their beautiful songs, laying on their nests to keep their babies asfe and warm...

My view was obscured when Noah cam around my side of the bed and knelt down infront of me. I frowned at him, silently asking What?

Noah sighed, a sad look on his face.