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dead girl walking , chapter thirteen haunt you
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SADIE CULLEN HAD a memory different as opposed to those around her.
Given the way everyone else could tell you a time and a place, Sadie could explain detail for detail just how everything had gone down. No point of the story would be left untouched. She could tell you the weather that morning, the exact time the sun set, even the order of which the songs on the radio played.
She supposed that was what happened when a person went without sleep for twenty-two years. Every day felt like the same; the only thing that had ever changed had been the shift between night and day. Thus being why she remembered it all so vividly.
Thus being why she was currently stood in front of her full body mirror examining the burn marks that began from just underneath her collarbone and reached the midsection of her thighs. Despite the fact that she had been reborn in a new light all those years ago, she still had the evidence that nothing about her had truly changed.
The frown on her face as she stared at her naked body in the mirror seemed permanently drawn on with every passing second. She was late for school, she knew this—but she could not bring herself to tear her eyes away from her reflection when she pulled her towel off after her shower.
In a way they had been a declaration of victory. The victory being that she had overcome the hardest part of her life.
Yet in another way they served as a torturous reminder that just because she was out now, did not mean she was free.
Sleep was supposed to bring peace to those after having a long hard day. But that was all it was to Sadie. All it had ever been. For twenty-two years it had been nothing but one cold, lonely, insufferably long and hard day. There was no sleep to look forward to as an escape. There was no 'Tomorrow will be better'.
It was all one.
And there was no escape from the complete and utter disgust and resentment Sadie harbored in her new state all because of one man.
The man who had now been turning down the hall and approaching her room.
"Sadie," Carlisle Cullen's voice hummed softly as he knocked on her door. "it's ten after eight. You're missing your first period."
