Forbidden

Truth

Author's Note: Because you guys weren't happy with the other chapter. I decided to write this one and surprise you guys with it. I hope you guys like it! 

"Shhh, Bella," I heard from the blackness. My mom must have heard me grunting and moaning from a bad dream, and came to check on me. I wish I could remember what the dream was about.

"I'm fine, mom. Just let me go back to sleep," I said, wanting my mom to leave so I could try to catch the end of the dream before it was swept away by reality. A bad dream, although superficially terrifying, can say a lot about your true feelings. I hadn't felt anything in a long time. I needed to know what was in that dream.

I left silently, walking slowly back into the darkness, making soft footsteps you wouldn't expect from a career as a nurse to hear them. I couldn't go back to sleep. It was embarrassing enough that my mom came in my room trying to calm me down, but now I'm thinking too much about the dream. What could it have meant? What made me scared? Why can't I remember anything about the dream? I decided I would go for a long walk in the night to calm down. Even when I was most depressed I found solace in the gentle wind brushing against my body, my hair caresses my face, shining underneath a sovereign moon.

I knew my mom would be downstairs reading some old, boring book about the Civil War, and I certainly wouldn't let me walk outside alone at this hour. Even though we live in a pretty safe town. And especially I'm her only daughter. I would have to sneak out my window. Not an easy thing to do, but I've done it before. Sometimes I just need to get away. Now was one of these times.

I opened the window slowly, so my mom wouldn't wake from the lull of boring reading. It obviously doesn't take much to pique my interest, and she'll be listening for me to see if I have another bad dream. This house isn't good for being silent. Dark, wood flooring, creaks with every bit of movement, even from my soft steps. I walk along the wall line, carefully feeling my way around the room and its shades of black. When I got to the window, it, of course, was little better than the floor. Old windows that my mom hadn't opened in years before I moved up here. You don't exactly often open the windows in this cold, rainy climate.

With a little rustling, the window slowly opened. A squeak here and there, but it opened with less sound that I expected. A nice surprise. As the slightly chilly wind rushed into my room, I knew this walk was going to be well worth all the trouble and risk. I needed time to myself, to reflect on what I was doing and what this dream may have meant. I shimmied down the roof and onto the column. I'm not exactly the most nimble girl, but I've done this before. The ground was soft. It had been raining on and off over the past few days. Certainly much different than what I was used to. But I like it, nonetheless. Maybe it fits me better. Maybe I'm supposed to be here.

The downstairs windows were dark. Maybe I went to bed. Or maybe I fell asleep reading one of those damn books. Either way, it looked like I'd be attempting to shimmy back up that column. I decided to tackle that later when I got back. If nothing else, I could come in the front door and just tell my mom I had walked past her on the way out. I would have to endure a lecture, but whatever. I walked down the driveway and onto the road. There's a nearby path I like to take when it's daylight. I've walked down it so many times I probably have the entire path memorized. I hope, at least. It's dark, and I forgot my phone in my bedroom. Should have brought that has a flashlight if nothing else.

Oh well... the night is too good to waste.

My heart pounded; slamming against the walls of my chest with such intensity I was sure it would break a rib. I tried to ignore it, concentrate only on putting one foot in front of the other but each time my sneakers scraped the pavement I was sure it was the sound of a pursuer. I threw a glance over my shoulder, and the shadows danced on the walls of the alleyway, forming creatures I dared not look in the face.