The Unusual Events In The Life Of Chance Lively (Jasper Hale - 1)

Chapter eight - Depressing Thoughts

"Yeah, he's still my baby
Yeah, he's fucking crazy, but he's still my baby"

~Bishop Briggs "Baby"

Tears stung Chance's eyes for the second time that night Bella and Charlie were conversing about Waylon. He was Chance's first visitor when she had first moved in with Charlie. He made her smile for the first time since Charlie had met her, he was like her second father, he lived quite far, but when he visited them, it was some of the best times in Chance's mind.

Bella placed a hand on both Of their shoulders. Before Charlie stood up, determined. "We'll get to the bottom of this, Bella. But in the meantime.." he signed to them before pulling out two bottles of pepper spray. "I want you girls to have this."

As Bella tried to protest, Chance tucked hers into Bella's bag which she had on before turning and abruptly leaving the room.

However, she wished that she didn't, because the second she stepped outside, she caught sight of a gurney with Waylon's dead body on top of it, covered by a sheet that couldn't hide his bloody, white feet that sat at disturbing angles. She felt part of her soul add o to the weight of the gurney and she turned, bumping into Charlie who pulled her in for a tight hug.

That night, Charlie and Chance stayed up all night on the couch, thumbing through a photo album that Waylon had given her for that Christmas, it was filled with pictures of them all.

The first picture was of Chance's first day in Forks, Waylon had just learned what a selfie was and was determined to take one of himself, Chance and Charlie. His finger covered half the picture but all their faces were luckily on the other side of the snapshot. Happy tears glided down the two's eyes, remembering the day as if it were yesterday..

A few hours later, they were asleep, curled up under Charlie's large quilt, the lamp behind them still on and the photo album still opened in their laps.

The next day, Chance headed to school with a frown covering her lips, Bobby glumly trotting beside her, knowing how sad she was.

She knew she looked like hell but couldn't care less. Her hair was not brushed, she wore a battered but comfortable jacket over her burgundy jumper that acted as a dress that she had paired with dark grey leggings and black boots.

As soon as Jasper caught sight of her, he was at her side, letting her hug him and cry into his chest, her heart physically in pain. She felt as if she would never breathe again. Never be happy again. Never love anyone again.

He made her feel normal. Waylon was like her second father, but acted like a brother and a son at the same time. Waylon always took her to do activities that she had always wanted to do. One time, Charlie was up to his neck in work and couldn't take Chance to a deaf people's support group because she felt like she was alien, so Waylon drove seventy five miles to pick her up and take her for him. He never let her down.

Now she was alone. Completely and utterly alone, trapped in her mind. Trapped in her thoughts. Those depressing, depressing thoughts..

She drifted through her lessons, Bella checking on her at lunch, only for Chance to get up and leave, tears stinging her eyes once more.

Alice hated how she couldn't see her future. Rosalie hated how she wouldn't even glance up at their attempts to communicate with them. Emmett hated how she couldn't even manage to stop frowning when he smiled at her. Edward hated how he couldn't even reach her thoughts, so buried down that he would have to dig for years to get to them. But most of all, Jasper hated how he couldn't help her, make her happier, improve her mood in the slightest. Bella hated seeing her sister like this. Charlie hated how he let her see his body. Chance hated herself for missing him so much.

They barely saw each other, but when they did, Chance never stopped feeling happy. When he wasn't around, she felt like a part of her family was gone. Now her family was forever ripped open. Wider than the The seas.

The next day, Chance didn't change. Nor for the next week. In fact, she stopped showing up to lunch, she ignored Charlie, Bella, the Cullen's, everyone.

Angela and Jessica were constantly reassuring Bella that she was just grieving and that Bella just needs to give her space. Alice knew that wasn't the case, she knew that they needed to do something and do it quickly.

"Jasper. You need to talk to her. Take her out somewhere nice and relaxing." Alice demanded him one day when they were walking through Port Angeles with Alice's boyfriend Jordan Nymph who lived with them, sharing a room with Alice.

"I can't. She won't even look at me." He grumbled out, "how can I? What do I say to her?"

Jordan, a man of ginger hair and pale skin scoffed at Jasper. "Do you love her?" He asked the blonde who assured him that he did. "Then just do what you think is right. Take her to a special place, talk to her, help her through this. Like Alice said, if she sticks to the vision, then you're going to lose her." Jasper sighed, promising them that he'd do it tomorrow.

However, tomorrow would be too late for Jasper to help her. Chance was at the Reservation where the Quileute tribe resides and she was currently hanging around with Sam, Paul and Jared who were currently supporting matching tattoos.

They were getting drunk, celebrating life around a bonfire that Harry Clearwater had made for them.

None of them but Chance could see straight, so Chance found it impossible to communicate with them, she didn't drink as much as them. She loved babying them, they were the first three to learn sign language for her and for that she was always up for taking care of them - tonight being one of those times.

Chance realised it was a great way of distracting her mind, so she led them all towards Sam's  house first, where his mother Adlynn Uley gratefully took him in, thanking the girl.

Then she took Jared home where his father took him to his room, a joyful look upon his face.

Last was Paul, who wanted to go camping, dragging Chance with him, so she took him back to their tent on the beach, covering him with a blanket before retreating towards the sea.

With her feet bare, she let the waves lap around her ankles, soaking her pyjama trousers, but she didn't mind.

As she watched the moonlight glitter on the waves, she thought about having to go back to school in two days time. Everyone would stare at her like they have for the past week, give her pitying looks. Make her feel more of an alien than she already felt. Make her feel alone.

She was alone, in her opinion. No one understood the emotions flooding through her everyday. Loosing Waylon made her hearing increase, she believed it was because her spike in emotions, her body ached constantly, the headache never left.

'The Cullen's don't want me around.' She thought to herself. 'If I leave them alone, they'll be free, they have enough people glaring at them as it is..' with that, Chance headed back to her tent and snuggled up beside Paul's sleeping body, where he unconsciously wrapped a protective arm around her..

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