Chapter 7- Return of my Nightmares
May 1919
I approached the train station slowly. Abigail and Tom were accompanying me. The past two years had actually been quite peaceful without the constant stream of beatings and disapproval of each movement I made.
We waited as the train came to a complete stop in front of us and women and children all around us flooded around the doors to greet their loved ones. I was one of the few who stood still staring at the train. All the others were elderly, too old to rush forward or I was sure they would be doing so. The crowd slowly cleared and I spotted Charles making his way towards me.
There was a sudden feeling of fear spreading through me. Both Tom and Abigail were holding onto one of my arms each for support. My legs were wobbling and I felt dizzy. Tom led me backwards to a bench, I sat and watched as my husband approached. He was smiling. Just like when he left. “Esme,” he nodded.
“Hello Charles. Welcome back,” I tried to smiled back at him. I didn't know where this fear was coming from but I was completely terrified.
“Thank you,” he continued to grin slyly.
Tom continued to stand next to the bench looking at me anxiously. “Esie? Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.
“Of course Tom, you're being silly. I'm fine,” I looked at him with the same jokingly scolding look I had on the day Charles had announced our marriage. In truth I was far from fine. Charles wanted something.... I knew it most likely wouldn't be anything good either. Tom helped me stand up, while Charles was glaring at him. “Who is this Esme?” he asked looking at me.
“This is my best friend Thomas Bentley,” I told Charles. “We've been friends since we could speak.” I explained. “This is his wife, Abigail,”
“Oh. Alright,” he seemed skeptical but didn't argue.
“If you don't mind we'd like to offer you a ride home,” Tom said steadying me as I wobbled some more.
Charles grabbed my arm to help steady me, then looked at Tom. “Alright, I don't have a car with me and our home is ten miles away,”
Tom nodded and led us all to his car. Charles helped me into the backseat then slid in next to me, allowing Abigail to sit in the front with Tom. I looked out the window at the passing landscape as we headed home and tried to focus on what was happening now and not what would happen when I got home.
May 1919
I approached the train station slowly. Abigail and Tom were accompanying me. The past two years had actually been quite peaceful without the constant stream of beatings and disapproval of each movement I made.
We waited as the train came to a complete stop in front of us and women and children all around us flooded around the doors to greet their loved ones. I was one of the few who stood still staring at the train. All the others were elderly, too old to rush forward or I was sure they would be doing so. The crowd slowly cleared and I spotted Charles making his way towards me.
There was a sudden feeling of fear spreading through me. Both Tom and Abigail were holding onto one of my arms each for support. My legs were wobbling and I felt dizzy. Tom led me backwards to a bench, I sat and watched as my husband approached. He was smiling. Just like when he left. “Esme,” he nodded.
“Hello Charles. Welcome back,” I tried to smiled back at him. I didn't know where this fear was coming from but I was completely terrified.
“Thank you,” he continued to grin slyly.
Tom continued to stand next to the bench looking at me anxiously. “Esie? Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.
“Of course Tom, you're being silly. I'm fine,” I looked at him with the same jokingly scolding look I had on the day Charles had announced our marriage. In truth I was far from fine. Charles wanted something.... I knew it most likely wouldn't be anything good either. Tom helped me stand up, while Charles was glaring at him. “Who is this Esme?” he asked looking at me.
“This is my best friend Thomas Bentley,” I told Charles. “We've been friends since we could speak.” I explained. “This is his wife, Abigail,”
“Oh. Alright,” he seemed skeptical but didn't argue.
“If you don't mind we'd like to offer you a ride home,” Tom said steadying me as I wobbled some more.
Charles grabbed my arm to help steady me, then looked at Tom. “Alright, I don't have a car with me and our home is ten miles away,”
Tom nodded and led us all to his car. Charles helped me into the backseat then slid in next to me, allowing Abigail to sit in the front with Tom. I looked out the window at the passing landscape as we headed home and tried to focus on what was happening now and not what would happen when I got home.
hey all i forgot to post this yesterday.All my friends say its amazing so...Im gonna stop talking and let you read :)
Preface:
She tried to get passed me but all i did was push her as far away as possible from the people I love. How do you keep the people you love safe? When you have to keep yourself safe first? How do you keep the person you love safe? When that person doesnt love you anymore? How do you keep your love safe when your whole world changes?
So what do you think? Hope ya like it!! :)
Preface:
She tried to get passed me but all i did was push her as far away as possible from the people I love. How do you keep the people you love safe? When you have to keep yourself safe first? How do you keep the person you love safe? When that person doesnt love you anymore? How do you keep your love safe when your whole world changes?
So what do you think? Hope ya like it!! :)
Hey,
Sorry i haven't wrote in a while it's just that i think people dont like my stories and i dont want to write things for no reason.
I just think it's better this way and i might start again but dont count on it. i know you guys are gonna be mad but i dont think that i'm gonna write anymore cause i'm not any good:(
Sorry again!!
If you want you can give me ideas that you have and ill make a story for you but thats 'bout the only way that i'll be writing stories.
Sorry,
Bella_Cullen902
Sorry i haven't wrote in a while it's just that i think people dont like my stories and i dont want to write things for no reason.
I just think it's better this way and i might start again but dont count on it. i know you guys are gonna be mad but i dont think that i'm gonna write anymore cause i'm not any good:(
Sorry again!!
If you want you can give me ideas that you have and ill make a story for you but thats 'bout the only way that i'll be writing stories.
Sorry,
Bella_Cullen902
Last one for today. ^_^
Jasper's Pov
"What's wrong Alice?"
Alice looked as if she were faint or something.
"Nothing is of the matter, I mean...nothing is...well
nothing is wrong okay?"
I really can't trust her sometimes, so I went to Edward.
"Edward, what is Alice thinking?"
"Why would I want to help you?! You tortured me once already!"
"Please! Just tell me what she is thinking!"
"I don't think I should tell them or should I? If someone is controllong Esme, where is this person-"
"Someone is controlling ESME!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" Edward shouted.
Then, everyone looked at Alice, Edward, and Esme's purple marking.
Jasper's Pov
"What's wrong Alice?"
Alice looked as if she were faint or something.
"Nothing is of the matter, I mean...nothing is...well
nothing is wrong okay?"
I really can't trust her sometimes, so I went to Edward.
"Edward, what is Alice thinking?"
"Why would I want to help you?! You tortured me once already!"
"Please! Just tell me what she is thinking!"
"I don't think I should tell them or should I? If someone is controllong Esme, where is this person-"
"Someone is controlling ESME!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" Edward shouted.
Then, everyone looked at Alice, Edward, and Esme's purple marking.
I confuse Sunrise with
the Twilight
A Start Ends
an ending begins
She changed my life
my dead heartbeat
my frozen heart
She made them Hers
with her sweet flying heartbeat,
her honey gaze
she makes me love Her face
and the moonlight does not compare Her
I want her Forever
not to move on
to stay here, in the
Dead Moonlight
But I Can't
the sunrise came
and we have no choice back
P.S this time i tried as hard as i could!i work it from the morning!i hope you like it!it is a bit sad but it is the best i can do!
the Twilight
A Start Ends
an ending begins
She changed my life
my dead heartbeat
my frozen heart
She made them Hers
with her sweet flying heartbeat,
her honey gaze
she makes me love Her face
and the moonlight does not compare Her
I want her Forever
not to move on
to stay here, in the
Dead Moonlight
But I Can't
the sunrise came
and we have no choice back
P.S this time i tried as hard as i could!i work it from the morning!i hope you like it!it is a bit sad but it is the best i can do!
EDWARD'S PEA COAT
''Everybody wants to know where his pea coat came from!'' exclaims the costumer. Unfortunately, it is a one-of-a-kind piece (er, sort of: three to four were made for filming purposes) which Chuck herself crafted after not being able to find the perfect one. ''We needed the right fit, [and] I couldn't find anything in the right shade of gray,'' she recalls. ''Catherine [Hardwicke, the director] is really big on back story for her characters and anything that can help that, even if it's in a texture or color of clothes.'' After considering ''probably 20 swatches,'' Chuck went with one from Mood Fabrics and based her final design on a combination of other styles of pea coats. In the end, his turned out as ''a classic shape with a modern twist.''
''Everybody wants to know where his pea coat came from!'' exclaims the costumer. Unfortunately, it is a one-of-a-kind piece (er, sort of: three to four were made for filming purposes) which Chuck herself crafted after not being able to find the perfect one. ''We needed the right fit, [and] I couldn't find anything in the right shade of gray,'' she recalls. ''Catherine [Hardwicke, the director] is really big on back story for her characters and anything that can help that, even if it's in a texture or color of clothes.'' After considering ''probably 20 swatches,'' Chuck went with one from Mood Fabrics and based her final design on a combination of other styles of pea coats. In the end, his turned out as ''a classic shape with a modern twist.''
You are my life sence
before you, my life was
a story without tense
yOU are the sweetest dream,
my nigh't's lullaby,
my only dream.
my only heartbeat
Bels,your sweet gaze
Cuts like a knife into the haze
I’d let you push me, make me frown
coz you are the most important thing
Your force of will now made unbound
YOUr chocolate eyes,
can take me higher,
you are the rason for me
you are my light in the twilight
my light love
p.s : hey guys!i like very much writing but i don't be a good poet!don't be mean with me!i hope you like it!
before you, my life was
a story without tense
yOU are the sweetest dream,
my nigh't's lullaby,
my only dream.
my only heartbeat
Bels,your sweet gaze
Cuts like a knife into the haze
I’d let you push me, make me frown
coz you are the most important thing
Your force of will now made unbound
YOUr chocolate eyes,
can take me higher,
you are the rason for me
you are my light in the twilight
my light love
p.s : hey guys!i like very much writing but i don't be a good poet!don't be mean with me!i hope you like it!