ALLIES AND LIABILITIES #3
Allies and Liabilities #3
#3
Natasha POV:
My flight to Italy had been canceled; I chose to stay in Forks. My parents found out about Cullens not being here, so it was either go to Volterra and visit my brother, but then have to continue the life I hated. My other choice was to stay here. I chose to stay; I didn’t want this opportunity to be ruined. Anthony and I keep in touch with letters though; I receive one from him usually twice a week.
So here I am almost seven weeks later, still faintly depressed. I parked my bike in the space next to my cousin’s car.
I found Bella talking to Mike, I walked over to her.
“Hey” I mumbled, Bella turned and smiled at me.
“Hi, are you busy on Friday…the twentieth” she asked suddenly, I took a moment to think.
“Yea, I think I am” I said, her face lit up a little more, I glanced at Mike, he seemed pretty happy too.
“We’re bringing a group of friends to the movies, you should come” she said, I nodded, and the bell rang.
“Well I’ll see you at lunch” I said, walking away to my first class.
Over the past month (?), Bella and I have become good friends. We only really saw each other at school and sometimes when she’s in her front yard. She’s always out with her friend. I didn’t mind though, I had my own…things I had to do. Being who I am, my mom is huge on keeping me as fit as possible. I got hurt a lot; she pushes me past my limit now. Having a hint of my special talent in me, she believes I should use it to my advantage. What she doesn’t understand is that, my talent doesn’t affect my physical ability, it affects my healing process. I heal faster than normal people, I can heal other people too, depending on my mood, I can fix cuts, bruises, and headaches etc…it’s strongest when I’m angry. I haven’t had much experience with the talent when I was mad. It was only once when I used my talent when I was angry. My mom was training me, and she really pissed me off. Apparently I ripped a bit of the tissue in her foot without touching her. It was terrifying.
***next day, after school***
I sat cross legged on the built in bench under my widow. I stared out into the forest, I had two pencils in my hand; which I was using as drum sticks, tapping a beat on my knee. I thought about the Volturi for a very short moment, what if I joined them? Reunited with my sister forever, never changing, and never having to worry about the horror of death.
Death, my worst fear. It wasn’t a problem for the rest of my family, it was only me. I didn’t understand how they could just think of it as…something…I don’t know something simple. My entire life had been surrounded by death, soon enough it grabbed onto me, and it became a nightmare just thinking about it happening to me. Was it the pain I was scared of, or the idea of never seeing the sky at twilight, or forgetting the feel of fresh air against your skin, and never experiencing the beauty of nature again? I couldn’t imagine the feeling of not breathing and it scared me realizing that one day my heart would stop beating, and I’d lose the air in my lungs and die.
The stupid thing is, I’m not scared of the things that cause death. Usually -out of my own stupidity- I was in a life threatening situation every day. I don’t think twice about my actions. It’s stupid, my parents always tell me to do what ever keeps me safe, but usually that choice isn’t the right thing to do…and so I ignore what my parents tell me. And then the right choice gets me hurt or almost killed. I swear my life hangs on a thread. I’m alive because of luck.
It was the sound of my mom’s voice yelling my name that snapped me back to reality. I knew what she wanted, last week she planned for me to go rock climbing, for a work out I guess, I doubt it was for fun or mother-daughter bonding…fun.
I jumped up and threw my pencils on my bed, I hopped out the window and onto the ladder I always had leaned up against the side of the house. I climbed down quickly and ran to a tree and leaned against it. My mom walked around the corner of the house; two back packs in both hands, I guessed the equipment was in there. She tossed one bag to me. I grabbed in and pulled in onto my back.
“Let’s get going before it gets too dark” she said, patting my shoulder.
“Yea” I whispered, and we ran into the forest.
* * * *
We arrived at a steep cliff; I was almost out of breath when we stopped. I studied the cliff; I didn’t believe it was the safest cliff for an intermediate, like me, to be climbing. But why would my mom care? If I got hurt…I’d heal no problem. I sighed bitterly. She didn’t care about the pain it caused me.
When it came to pain…I didn’t really care either. I was taught to ignore it and never cry. I didn’t feel pain to same way as others did anymore. It was nothing but a small irritation, nothing I complained over. When it came to resisting the need to cry…I was a natural. Apparently I’ve never cried before, even as an infant…of course I found this to be a curse as well. When it was usual for someone to cry…let’s say, a death in the family. People just jumped to conclusions and thought I didn’t care.
I started to climb; my mum was already about ten feet higher than me. I clenched my teeth and pushed myself faster.
“So how is school going? Is it as fun as you thought it would be?” she asked me, her voice smooth with no sign of stress. This was the first time she asked me about school, she didn’t approve of high school when we arrived. She wanted to continue home schooling me. Thanks to my dad, I got my wish and I got to attend a real school. God bless him, a break from my mother!
“It’s great” I said loud enough for her to hear me. There was silence, and I started to feel my heart pump a bit harder as I finally began to close the distance between us.
“Have you changed your mind about going back to Volterra?” she asked, I could tell she was trying to keep the hope out of her voice.
“No, I’m not going back” I said bitterly in Swedish,
“English” she reminded me calmly, I wasn’t aloud to speak any other language other than English while I was in an English country, she wants the language stuck in my head. I hated it.
“Huh” I muttered, wrinkling my nose. She sighed.
“What am I going to do with you?” she laughed a little, I frowned sourly.
“What do you think? What am I useful for?” I questioned her, my voice filled with meaning. She looked down at me and smiled.
Suddenly there was a great roar and all my thoughts ran wild. A massive, hairy beast leapt over me, casting a shadow over my head. I gasped and cursed but did not scream. The animal crashed into the cliff just over top of me, sending little bits of rocks falling in my face. My mother shrieked out my name with more emotion than I’ve ever heard her use. I quickly pushed my self to the side, just in time. The wolf only clipped my right foot. Its weight managed break my ankle and its teeth snapped at my legs, and he shaved a large piece of skin off my shin.
I felt myself falling now, the air rushed past me, tugging at my clothes. I finally let out a small scream. The giant dog snapped my cords. I could hear the ravenous dog growling, and I the sound of his claws on the rock wall. I heard its jaws snap on my wounded ankle, I shrieked. I felt utter rage pulse and boil like acid in my veins. My jaw clenched and my lips curled upward in frustration. It probably looked like some horrified smile. I heard the wolf whimper and whine; I knew I was causing his pain.
We hit the ground hard; I landed on the top of the wolf’s head, my leg wound around the side of its face with my ankle still stuck in his mouth, as if I was the dog’s bone. The dog didn’t move, but I could hear its heart beating heavily. I shuddered, and I found that I couldn’t stop.
“Ow” I muttered, my jaw still clenched.
I tried to twist around so I could open the wolf’s jaws and free my foot. But I was afraid that I’d just break it more than I had to.
“Natasha!” my mom shrieked in horror, I heard her run towards me, and said “Natasha Scarlet Thompson, I swear…” she trailed off muttering curses with disgust. She pried the beast’s jaws open and studied my foot.
“How bad is it?” I asked, she sighed, I tried to stop myself from shaking, but my efforts were fruitless.
“Nothing that can’t be mended, you’ll heal soon enough” she said, I sighed bitterly, is that her answer to everything now?
She helped me up; I didn’t put pressure on my wounded foot. I stared down at the black wolf. I sighed; at least I didn’t kill it.
“Can you walk?” she asked me, I stared at her with disbelief. Did she really expect me to run? I stopped my mouth from falling open. Some mother I have huh?
“You really expect me to be able to walk, Abby? Seriously? I probably shattered every bone in my foot, and you want me to…” I stopped for air, she frowned at me.
“If you can walk, you will walk” she said strictly, I bit my lip. She picked me up and set me down on the ground away from the wolf. She went to her sack and took out a first aid kit. The wolf’s paw moved. Abby spun around, a shot gun held tightly in her hand. She shot and clipped its stomach.
“Abby, no, don’t shoot!” I yelled hysterically, she stared at me with confusion. I glared back at her.
“This…thing just tried to eat you!” she cried, my jaw flexed.
“You won’t touch him, he doesn’t need to die” I blurted out, she shook her head with disgust.
“What would your father say…?”
“He would agree with me” I said, though I knew he probably wouldn’t, “it’s the least you can promise me right now, he’s unconscious now, he won’t be a threat for a while…until he heals” I argued, I wondered what kind of damage I caused it, I wondered if it really was unconscious. I sighed and shook my head.
“Fine” Abby spat, she moved to me and wrapped up my ankle to stop the bleeding.
We started the long trip home, with me riding on Abby’s back.
* * * *
When we finally got back home, Caleb drove me to the hospital. He threw a couple laughs at me, and then I told him what happened. He laughed harder,
“Intense” he said, tapping the steering wheel, I smiled.
“Intense” I repeated in agreement, he parked the car and carried me in to the ER.
“What happened?” a doctor asked, gasping.
“Rock climbing…” I began trying to think of the rest of the excuse, I glanced at Caleb, he was better at lying than I was.
“She fell and landed on a sharp bed of rocks and her foot landed crooked” he shrugged, we both smiled. The doctor stared at both of us, probably wondering why we didn’t find my injury a big deal. I began to laugh a little, then sighed trying to shake off the happy feeling. I wanted this thing healed…fast, therefore I’d have to be…angry. I was positive the wound healed a bit while we were still in the forest. I was pretty pissed off.
Suddenly my father appeared in the room, his face was so worried, but when he saw me he, he calmed down and rolled his eyes.
“Not you again” he sighed, shaking his head with disappointment, he seemed almost ashamed. My smile faded and I looked down.
“I’ll take over” he said expressionless, and I heard the other doctor shuffle out of the room.
I heard my dad’s feet against the floor, slowly stepping towards me. I heard him sigh.
“What did you do this time?” he asked, examining my foot.
“Abby took me rock climbing, and we were attacked, my cords snapped and I fell, the dog bit me…that’s all” I murmured, he gave a humorless chuckle,
“That’s all” he repeated under his breath, I coughed. There was a moment of silence.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to know the damage?” he asked, I finally glanced up at him; he stared at me, his eyebrows raised.
“Nope…when will it be healed?” I answered his question then posed my own. He scratched his nose.
“Well, at most one or two weeks…it truly depends on you” he replied slowly, I knew what he meant. It depended on my mood.
“But please, don’t go getting yourself angry, just to heal faster…we don’t want anyone else getting hurt” he said quickly, Caleb laughed, for a brief moment I felt insulted. I shook the feeling off quickly.
“When can I leave this place?” I asked quietly, he braced my foot and put it in some case-like thing. I wondered if this was normal treatment people got for these kinds of injuries. He handed me a pair of crutches. I sighed with disgust, but took them.
#3
Natasha POV:
My flight to Italy had been canceled; I chose to stay in Forks. My parents found out about Cullens not being here, so it was either go to Volterra and visit my brother, but then have to continue the life I hated. My other choice was to stay here. I chose to stay; I didn’t want this opportunity to be ruined. Anthony and I keep in touch with letters though; I receive one from him usually twice a week.
So here I am almost seven weeks later, still faintly depressed. I parked my bike in the space next to my cousin’s car.
I found Bella talking to Mike, I walked over to her.
“Hey” I mumbled, Bella turned and smiled at me.
“Hi, are you busy on Friday…the twentieth” she asked suddenly, I took a moment to think.
“Yea, I think I am” I said, her face lit up a little more, I glanced at Mike, he seemed pretty happy too.
“We’re bringing a group of friends to the movies, you should come” she said, I nodded, and the bell rang.
“Well I’ll see you at lunch” I said, walking away to my first class.
Over the past month (?), Bella and I have become good friends. We only really saw each other at school and sometimes when she’s in her front yard. She’s always out with her friend. I didn’t mind though, I had my own…things I had to do. Being who I am, my mom is huge on keeping me as fit as possible. I got hurt a lot; she pushes me past my limit now. Having a hint of my special talent in me, she believes I should use it to my advantage. What she doesn’t understand is that, my talent doesn’t affect my physical ability, it affects my healing process. I heal faster than normal people, I can heal other people too, depending on my mood, I can fix cuts, bruises, and headaches etc…it’s strongest when I’m angry. I haven’t had much experience with the talent when I was mad. It was only once when I used my talent when I was angry. My mom was training me, and she really pissed me off. Apparently I ripped a bit of the tissue in her foot without touching her. It was terrifying.
***next day, after school***
I sat cross legged on the built in bench under my widow. I stared out into the forest, I had two pencils in my hand; which I was using as drum sticks, tapping a beat on my knee. I thought about the Volturi for a very short moment, what if I joined them? Reunited with my sister forever, never changing, and never having to worry about the horror of death.
Death, my worst fear. It wasn’t a problem for the rest of my family, it was only me. I didn’t understand how they could just think of it as…something…I don’t know something simple. My entire life had been surrounded by death, soon enough it grabbed onto me, and it became a nightmare just thinking about it happening to me. Was it the pain I was scared of, or the idea of never seeing the sky at twilight, or forgetting the feel of fresh air against your skin, and never experiencing the beauty of nature again? I couldn’t imagine the feeling of not breathing and it scared me realizing that one day my heart would stop beating, and I’d lose the air in my lungs and die.
The stupid thing is, I’m not scared of the things that cause death. Usually -out of my own stupidity- I was in a life threatening situation every day. I don’t think twice about my actions. It’s stupid, my parents always tell me to do what ever keeps me safe, but usually that choice isn’t the right thing to do…and so I ignore what my parents tell me. And then the right choice gets me hurt or almost killed. I swear my life hangs on a thread. I’m alive because of luck.
It was the sound of my mom’s voice yelling my name that snapped me back to reality. I knew what she wanted, last week she planned for me to go rock climbing, for a work out I guess, I doubt it was for fun or mother-daughter bonding…fun.
I jumped up and threw my pencils on my bed, I hopped out the window and onto the ladder I always had leaned up against the side of the house. I climbed down quickly and ran to a tree and leaned against it. My mom walked around the corner of the house; two back packs in both hands, I guessed the equipment was in there. She tossed one bag to me. I grabbed in and pulled in onto my back.
“Let’s get going before it gets too dark” she said, patting my shoulder.
“Yea” I whispered, and we ran into the forest.
* * * *
We arrived at a steep cliff; I was almost out of breath when we stopped. I studied the cliff; I didn’t believe it was the safest cliff for an intermediate, like me, to be climbing. But why would my mom care? If I got hurt…I’d heal no problem. I sighed bitterly. She didn’t care about the pain it caused me.
When it came to pain…I didn’t really care either. I was taught to ignore it and never cry. I didn’t feel pain to same way as others did anymore. It was nothing but a small irritation, nothing I complained over. When it came to resisting the need to cry…I was a natural. Apparently I’ve never cried before, even as an infant…of course I found this to be a curse as well. When it was usual for someone to cry…let’s say, a death in the family. People just jumped to conclusions and thought I didn’t care.
I started to climb; my mum was already about ten feet higher than me. I clenched my teeth and pushed myself faster.
“So how is school going? Is it as fun as you thought it would be?” she asked me, her voice smooth with no sign of stress. This was the first time she asked me about school, she didn’t approve of high school when we arrived. She wanted to continue home schooling me. Thanks to my dad, I got my wish and I got to attend a real school. God bless him, a break from my mother!
“It’s great” I said loud enough for her to hear me. There was silence, and I started to feel my heart pump a bit harder as I finally began to close the distance between us.
“Have you changed your mind about going back to Volterra?” she asked, I could tell she was trying to keep the hope out of her voice.
“No, I’m not going back” I said bitterly in Swedish,
“English” she reminded me calmly, I wasn’t aloud to speak any other language other than English while I was in an English country, she wants the language stuck in my head. I hated it.
“Huh” I muttered, wrinkling my nose. She sighed.
“What am I going to do with you?” she laughed a little, I frowned sourly.
“What do you think? What am I useful for?” I questioned her, my voice filled with meaning. She looked down at me and smiled.
Suddenly there was a great roar and all my thoughts ran wild. A massive, hairy beast leapt over me, casting a shadow over my head. I gasped and cursed but did not scream. The animal crashed into the cliff just over top of me, sending little bits of rocks falling in my face. My mother shrieked out my name with more emotion than I’ve ever heard her use. I quickly pushed my self to the side, just in time. The wolf only clipped my right foot. Its weight managed break my ankle and its teeth snapped at my legs, and he shaved a large piece of skin off my shin.
I felt myself falling now, the air rushed past me, tugging at my clothes. I finally let out a small scream. The giant dog snapped my cords. I could hear the ravenous dog growling, and I the sound of his claws on the rock wall. I heard its jaws snap on my wounded ankle, I shrieked. I felt utter rage pulse and boil like acid in my veins. My jaw clenched and my lips curled upward in frustration. It probably looked like some horrified smile. I heard the wolf whimper and whine; I knew I was causing his pain.
We hit the ground hard; I landed on the top of the wolf’s head, my leg wound around the side of its face with my ankle still stuck in his mouth, as if I was the dog’s bone. The dog didn’t move, but I could hear its heart beating heavily. I shuddered, and I found that I couldn’t stop.
“Ow” I muttered, my jaw still clenched.
I tried to twist around so I could open the wolf’s jaws and free my foot. But I was afraid that I’d just break it more than I had to.
“Natasha!” my mom shrieked in horror, I heard her run towards me, and said “Natasha Scarlet Thompson, I swear…” she trailed off muttering curses with disgust. She pried the beast’s jaws open and studied my foot.
“How bad is it?” I asked, she sighed, I tried to stop myself from shaking, but my efforts were fruitless.
“Nothing that can’t be mended, you’ll heal soon enough” she said, I sighed bitterly, is that her answer to everything now?
She helped me up; I didn’t put pressure on my wounded foot. I stared down at the black wolf. I sighed; at least I didn’t kill it.
“Can you walk?” she asked me, I stared at her with disbelief. Did she really expect me to run? I stopped my mouth from falling open. Some mother I have huh?
“You really expect me to be able to walk, Abby? Seriously? I probably shattered every bone in my foot, and you want me to…” I stopped for air, she frowned at me.
“If you can walk, you will walk” she said strictly, I bit my lip. She picked me up and set me down on the ground away from the wolf. She went to her sack and took out a first aid kit. The wolf’s paw moved. Abby spun around, a shot gun held tightly in her hand. She shot and clipped its stomach.
“Abby, no, don’t shoot!” I yelled hysterically, she stared at me with confusion. I glared back at her.
“This…thing just tried to eat you!” she cried, my jaw flexed.
“You won’t touch him, he doesn’t need to die” I blurted out, she shook her head with disgust.
“What would your father say…?”
“He would agree with me” I said, though I knew he probably wouldn’t, “it’s the least you can promise me right now, he’s unconscious now, he won’t be a threat for a while…until he heals” I argued, I wondered what kind of damage I caused it, I wondered if it really was unconscious. I sighed and shook my head.
“Fine” Abby spat, she moved to me and wrapped up my ankle to stop the bleeding.
We started the long trip home, with me riding on Abby’s back.
* * * *
When we finally got back home, Caleb drove me to the hospital. He threw a couple laughs at me, and then I told him what happened. He laughed harder,
“Intense” he said, tapping the steering wheel, I smiled.
“Intense” I repeated in agreement, he parked the car and carried me in to the ER.
“What happened?” a doctor asked, gasping.
“Rock climbing…” I began trying to think of the rest of the excuse, I glanced at Caleb, he was better at lying than I was.
“She fell and landed on a sharp bed of rocks and her foot landed crooked” he shrugged, we both smiled. The doctor stared at both of us, probably wondering why we didn’t find my injury a big deal. I began to laugh a little, then sighed trying to shake off the happy feeling. I wanted this thing healed…fast, therefore I’d have to be…angry. I was positive the wound healed a bit while we were still in the forest. I was pretty pissed off.
Suddenly my father appeared in the room, his face was so worried, but when he saw me he, he calmed down and rolled his eyes.
“Not you again” he sighed, shaking his head with disappointment, he seemed almost ashamed. My smile faded and I looked down.
“I’ll take over” he said expressionless, and I heard the other doctor shuffle out of the room.
I heard my dad’s feet against the floor, slowly stepping towards me. I heard him sigh.
“What did you do this time?” he asked, examining my foot.
“Abby took me rock climbing, and we were attacked, my cords snapped and I fell, the dog bit me…that’s all” I murmured, he gave a humorless chuckle,
“That’s all” he repeated under his breath, I coughed. There was a moment of silence.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to know the damage?” he asked, I finally glanced up at him; he stared at me, his eyebrows raised.
“Nope…when will it be healed?” I answered his question then posed my own. He scratched his nose.
“Well, at most one or two weeks…it truly depends on you” he replied slowly, I knew what he meant. It depended on my mood.
“But please, don’t go getting yourself angry, just to heal faster…we don’t want anyone else getting hurt” he said quickly, Caleb laughed, for a brief moment I felt insulted. I shook the feeling off quickly.
“When can I leave this place?” I asked quietly, he braced my foot and put it in some case-like thing. I wondered if this was normal treatment people got for these kinds of injuries. He handed me a pair of crutches. I sighed with disgust, but took them.