Finding it out:
I was in the forest again, but this time I wasn’t walking, I was lying on the ground. Curled up amongst the leaves and the grass. I sat up slowly and looked around. It looked like Forks again. There was a point to being there again, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I got up, I could see something on a tree. I started walking towards it, keeping my vision straight on the tree. I slipped and fell. It didn’t hurt though because the leaves I fell onto were soft. I began walking towards the tree again. As I got closer I realised the thing stuck to it was a picture. I was a couple of steps away when I saw most of the forest behind that tree also had pictures stuck on them. I ran up to the first tree. There was a picture of Mum and Dad, they looked quite young, like they had just met. I ran to the second tree, it had a picture of Renee and Charlie again, both smiling, Charlie had his arms around Mum it was nice. The third picture was of Mum holding me as a baby. The pictures were of my life and my family, it was strange, but also kind of pleasant.
I passed a few more trees, looking at every photograph as I walked. The next one was of me and Charlie, I was about 12, Charlie was smiling at me. Then I started realising all of the next photos didn’t have Charlie in them they were just of me, Renee, sometimes Phil. I panicked and started running, as I ran past every tree there was absolutely no pictures of Charlie. I kept running desperate to find him. I’d run miles. And then I stopped, shocked, I fell to my knees, tears began rolling down my face. I ripped the picture off of the tree. I wet it with my tears, it was a photograph of Renee and me. We were much older, I was around 20 years old. We were crying at a funeral, what looked like my father’s funeral. I ripped it up into tiny pieces and threw them into the air. I lay down again, my tears still pouring out. I could hear someone talking, it was Renee, her voice was soothing.
“It’s okay Bella, I’m here, it’s okay” She repeated a couple of times. It wasn’t okay I hadn’t seen him and years and then he had died. My own father, I hadn’t seen him, he wasn’t part of my life and it was all too late.
I woke up crying and sniffling.
“Bella, honey it’s okay it was just a dream” She stroked my forehead.
“Y-e-p” I sniffled.
“Just a dream” She repeated slowly.
“Mum? Can I go see Charlie this Christmas?” I asked wiping my tears.
“Oh sweetheart of course” She smiled.
“Thanks” I tried to smile, but my lips were too shaky.
“I’m going to get you some tissues, but I’m coming straight back okay?” Mum informed me. I nodded my head.
She came back in with the tissues and handed me the box. I grabbed it and took some out. I wiped my tears and blew my nose.
“Deep breathes honey, it’s alright you can go see him” She grabbed a tissue and wiped it on my check.
“I love you Bella, honey. And Charlie does too, okay?” Renee smiled.
“Uh ha” I sniffed.
“Now you go have a shower and breakfast will be ready when you’re out” She kissed my forehead, and walked out of my room.
I blew my nose again, and tried to get up. My head spun and my body ached. I walked over to my cupboard, grabbed some random clothes and slowly made my way to the bathroom, whilst pinching my temples with my right hand. I didn’t even look in the mirror, I knew I looked horrible, I didn’t need to know how horrible. I stripped quickly, and jumped into the shower before the water was even hot yet. My body tingled as I washed it. As I got out I turned the heater on full. I dried myself, got dressed and to blow dried my hair. I brushed it quickly and took my pajamas to the clothes hamper. I walked slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“You okay, honey?” Renee asked in a kind, motherly way.
“Yeah, thanks” I smiled.
I sat down at the table and looked at the plate in front of me. Eggs. I didn’t feel like eggs, but I was quite hungry so I began to eat them. Mum placed two pain killers and a glass of water next to my plate. I nodded, chewing. She grinned.
I swallowed the tablets and finished the eggs.
“Thanks” I walked to the sink.
“No problems, Bells, no problems” She smiled, her caring smiled.
I walked up to my room and tried to do some more trigonometry before tomorrow. I finished it all within two hours, and I did have more than I had first realised. I checked my phone, nothing. I hated Sunday’s that dragged on, and today was one of those Sundays.
