Silence In The Trees

Chapter 4

Quick Note- Before you read this chapter, it's going to be kind of short and I'm not going to explain a lot because I don't want to spoil anything. This point of view is from someone, but I'm not going to say who yet because it's a secret. You guys will figure it out eventually! I hope your enjoying the story so far! Thanks for reading (:
-Cate
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   ??? POV

I've watched her since she was just a small girl. She was mine, she would always be mine.

She resembled her Mother in almost every way. Had I felt guilty about her mothers death?

The answer varies.

Corrine of course, lost a lot of her shine when her and Amelie passed. On the other hand, she let her guard down almost completely. She'd convinced herself she wasn't stable and that the things that had been actually happening to her was only her imagination.

That, of course, doesn't change the way I feel about her.

   Her smile could stop me dead in my tracks. It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen. Not her fake smile, the real one. The one you didn't see much at all anymore.

   I wanted her to myself. I'd contemplated many times of just taking her. Though, watching her work around everyday in her basic routine was much more interesting.

   When you trap a beautiful animal in a cage, it starts to become less beautiful. It's hair will loose its glossy shine, it will loose its wildness.

   She was something wild. I wouldn't want her to loose her intense wildness because she was trapped. I think it's what made her so beautiful. Maybe it's why I loved to observe her.

  I could recite her exact routine like a bible verse to you.

   She wakes up each morning at 6:00, gets ready, eats breakfast, and goes to school. She goes to her locker first, then to see her friends and she always gets to science early.

   She then proceeds with her morning (yes I know all her classes) and then lunch. She always sits by her best friend.

   I know who she likes at her table and who she hates.

   I also know everyone at the table admires her. Who wouldn't?

   Then she goes to her afternoon classes, and goes home, every Wednesday stopping at the store to pick up a box of nerds.

   I still haven't figured out why because I know she doesn't always eat them. I know she has a drawer in her nightstand that has full boxes of them inside.

   I put notes in her locker, in hopes of her realizing my love for her. I knew her combination after watching her pale fingers move the lock quickly for a period of weeks.

   She didn't seem to understand, I don't think she took it the way it was meant to go. I can only hope she's just denying the feelings she really has for me.

Though, I can't deny the facts. The way I feel about her is wrong.

Maybe I'm just trying to replace what I'd lost.

But I won't loose her. Not this time, I'm smarter now.

   I try not to get to close to her. I try to stay concealed as best as I can, though I don't know how well it's working out for me. She hasn't a clue who the notes are from. Maybe that's a good thing.

   I stand outside her window at night. She admires the beauty of the mountains behind us, while I admire the beauty of her features lit by moonlight streaming through the window and watch as the tears fall gracefully from her eyes.

   I had decided to take my camera and capture it, because I just couldn't stand to see such beauty and I feared I'd never see it again.

   She must have heard the soft click as her eyes frantically searched her yard and I just stood, my breath caught in my throat.

   It wasn't from the fear of her seeing me, more from the way she looked so vulnerable. I wanted so badly to protect her. Though, I also fear the only person she needs protection from is myself.

  I watched as she shook away what she'd heard as nothing but a mistake and crawled into her bed for the night.

   I walked silently back to my car, and started it up thankful to have a soft engine.

   I looked at the picture and it was breathtaking. Though the real thing was even more beautiful.

   I placed my camera back in its bag and drove back to my home, in the silence of the night. I looked at the street illuminated by only the street lamps and my mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of her.

The drive up the back road was peaceful, I couldn't shake the thoughts of my love. I could focus on anything else but the mental images in my mind.

I knew it was a sin.

I almost veered off the road a number of times.

   I found myself not being able to sleep again. It was 1:00 in the morning.

   I crept out of the house and got in my car. Before I knew it, I had driven back to her house, not sure how I'd managed to get there.

   I stared at the light blue paint, with the welcoming white door.

   I walked to it silently and picked the lock before it opened to me without a single groan or squeak. I made my way to her room.

   I walked to the side of her bed and stared at her.

   She didn't look like she was peaceful in her sleep.
She looked like she was rather, trying to figure out a very difficult equation.

   She looked stressed. I wanted to stroke her face and sing to her softly, but I knew better. I was almost scared of touching her. I was scared of what I'd do to her.

   Her voice came rushing back to me again as I watched my arm unconsciously reaching toward her neck.

   "There's a boundary you've crossed between love and obsession. You could kill her and not even have control over it. If you ever hurt her, I will make sure you end up 6 feet underground, and never see daylight again. Your not the only person that loves her. Don't you ever forget that."