Night 55: F31-F40 hallway
Night. Bella had been in the middle of talking to Claire when suddenly the lights dimmed, finally turning off. There was a moment of silence - and suddenly, the static.
Her hand's instantly leapt up to her ears, covering them from the offensive sound. Not that it did anything, of course, but it certainly helped. Mentally. If she was trying hard to block out the sound, maybe her mind would think it was blocking out the sound. ... Right? Right. Or ... something. Bella didn't really know; her mind felt somewhat frazzled after the loud static sound. Was this how Edward always felt? She didn't really know what it was like to hear thoughts that weren't her own, but she imagined it was just like that. Static. White noise.
Speaking of.
Right. She had plans. She had to get to Edward as soon as possible. Sure, her ankle still ached, but she would be damned if she wouldn't try to run. He could scold her after. She would gladly take the verbal beating if that meant that he was by her side.
Bella moved quickly, grabbing her flashlight from under her pillow. She didn't even bother looking for her bat. It didn't matter. She would be fine.
Waving quickly to Claire, the teenager moved out the door, limping into the hall outside.
Her hand's instantly leapt up to her ears, covering them from the offensive sound. Not that it did anything, of course, but it certainly helped. Mentally. If she was trying hard to block out the sound, maybe her mind would think it was blocking out the sound. ... Right? Right. Or ... something. Bella didn't really know; her mind felt somewhat frazzled after the loud static sound. Was this how Edward always felt? She didn't really know what it was like to hear thoughts that weren't her own, but she imagined it was just like that. Static. White noise.
Speaking of.
Right. She had plans. She had to get to Edward as soon as possible. Sure, her ankle still ached, but she would be damned if she wouldn't try to run. He could scold her after. She would gladly take the verbal beating if that meant that he was by her side.
Bella moved quickly, grabbing her flashlight from under her pillow. She didn't even bother looking for her bat. It didn't matter. She would be fine.
Waving quickly to Claire, the teenager moved out the door, limping into the hall outside.