Unseen, Pt 1/?
I'm writing a Twilight fanfic! :D here it is! lemme know what u think please!!! =D
Title: Unseen 1/?
Author: zeppogrl7
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, Stephenie Meyers owns all.
Fandom: Twilight
Pairings: Bella/Edward, Alice/Jasper, Rosalie/Emmett
Spoilers: None I think
Ratings: R eventually
Summary: Bella, Alice and Rosalie move into a house that Bella inherited from her grandmother. Bella soon finds out that the strange stories her grandmother used to tell her might not have been so strange after all. ALL HUMAN, except for Edward.
The house looked like it belonged on top of a tall, deserted hill, with storm clouds overhead and crows cawing in the distance.
This was the best way to describe the house that my grandmother had left to me, and was how I described it anytime someone asked what it looked like.
In actuality, the house was beautiful in an old fashioned way. It was tall, with three pointed sections on the roof, making it look as though it had three towers; the tallest in the middle. At the top of the towers were iron bars, their ends shaped into spears. The outside was all dark wood siding. The windows were tall and pointed at the top. There was a large porch on the front of the house, and there was a matching one on the back of the house as well.
I grabbed the last box of my clothing off the back of my truck and headed inside.
The inside of the house looked similar to the outside: dark wood paneling on the walls, with the wood floors being only a shade or two lighter. The only carpet in the house was spacial rugs placed in some rooms. There was a large red rug covering most of the floor of the living room - the room in which you entered when you came into the house - and the living room's windows were flanked by long red curtains that almost touched the floor. There were carpet runners going up the stairs and down the upstairs hallway; they were also red in color.
“Move your butt, Swan!” Emmett yelled playfully as he and Jasper attempted to squeeze a sofa through the front door that I was standing just inside of.
I stepped aside - out of their way - and saw Alice's cat, Isis, sneak by me and run through the guys' feet to get outside. Alice scooped her up a she made her way up the front porch and stopped to watch the guys struggle with the sofa.
Alice, Rosalie and I had decided to move in together. We were all in college, sick of the dorm rooms, and once they had discovered that I had a perfectly good house waiting to be occupied, there was no going back. They thought it was perfect: a big house with a big yard, surrounded by woods. A perfect place for parties. I wasn't really the partying type but I usually went along with what the other girls wanted to do; it was just easier that way.
“Are you sure you're doing it right?" Alice asked the guys. “Maybe you should tilt it a little more to the left.”
I stifled a laugh when Emmett and Jasper shot annoyed looks at her.
Alice and I had grown up together. She was on the shorter side and had short hair that spiked out every which way. She was just like any other girl - loved to go shopping and have parties - but she was also into the supernatural. She had these “visions” of things that would happen, and she believed in things like ghosts. Sometimes she reminded me of my grandmother, except Alice wasn't as creepy as my grandmother had been.
She and Jasper were dating and I couldn't have imagined up a better man for her to be with. Jasper was a very laid-back guy; he seemed to have the gift of calming things down when people were upset or angry. He balanced Alice's hyperness out perfectly.
“Be careful!”
Emmett almost dropped his end of the sofa when he heard Rosalie yell.
“I swear, Jacob Black, if you break that mirror you'll have more than seven years of bad luck!” She threatened loudly as she followed Jacob - who was carrying the large mirror from her vanity set - towards the house. “That was my mother's and if you-”
“I'm not gonna drop it, Rosalie! Pipe down!” Jacob ground out between his teeth.
“Maybe you should have helped with Rose's things, Em.” I said quietly as Rosalie and Jacob got closer.
“Are you kidding?” Emmett shook his head. “She'd be yelling at me just as much. It has nothing to do with Jacob carrying it.” He grunted as they tried to tilt the couch. “Well, almost nothing,” he added.
I frowned a little. I knew my friends didn't exactly like Jacob too much. He had a knack of being a complete jackass sometimes. I hated him when he was like that, but he was also a good friend I had known for most of my life; almost as long as I had known Alice. Besides his jerky moments, the only thing that bothered me was that he wanted to be more than a friend to me. He'd made that fact known quite a few times and had tried to kiss me at least twice. No matter how many times I told him I wasn't interested in him like that, he never seemed to get it; he never gave up.
Jacob and Rosalie made it onto the porch just as Emmett and Jasper got the sofa through the door. Emmett let out a triumphant “yesss!” and Jasper muttered “finally!”
“See?” Alice smiled at them and walked inside with Isis. “I told you tilting it would work.”
“Take it up to my room.” Rosalie instructed Jacob, following him to the stairs. “Do you know which room that is? Don't trip on the stairs!”
“If only I could pretend you're saying that because you're worried for my well-being.” Jacob said sarcastically as he took the mirror upstairs.
“Yeah, right.” Rosalie muttered, staying on the main floor with us.
Alice and I had met Rosalie in middle school. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair, her body tall and thin. She had always been a little into herself and when we all entered high school, Alice and I half expected for Rosalie to ditch us for a more 'popular' crowd. We were pleasantly surprised when she stuck with us, even mouthing off to the snotty popular girls on our behalf. She was there for you if you ever needed her, but at the same time she had no problem telling you what was on her mind and what she really thought about things.
She and Emmett were dating. They were an interesting - and cute - couple: the straight forward, almost loud-mouth, blonde and the big protective teddy bear.
“Aw Rosie, lay off the guy.” Emmett said, an amused smile on his face. “He is helping you out, after all.”
She rolled her eyes and let him wrap his arms around her.
I smiled at the two couples, turned and took my last box up to my room. Everything was finally in the house, which was good because it seemed that Mother Nature had been waiting for us to finish; it had started to rain.
I normally loved the rain, but it made being in this house even creepier than it already was.
I had loved this house when I was really young; I had loved exploring all the rooms and had even found 'secret' compartments in the walls of some of the rooms. My grandmother would tell me stories about the house, about people who had lived here before.
One of her favorite stories was about a boy who had lived there about 90 years earlier. The woods around the house had been thicker then, with more animals living there than compared to now. One day the boy decided to go hunting in the woods, only taking a knife with him.
“Foolish boy,” my grandmother would say, always at the same point in the story.
The boy was never seen again.
“But I swear, Isabella,” she said, shaking her head as though she had seen something that she couldn't have possibly seen. “I've seen him,” she would point out through the balcony doors of the room I stayed in, to where her yard met the edge of the woods, “standing there, as though he's waiting for something... or someone.”
As I got older, I would listen to the story politely, able to recite it in my head as she spoke. Sometimes I would ask her questions, to see what she would come up with. Once I had said, “If he's been in the woods for 90 years, he would be dead. And even if he was still alive, he'd be too weak to stand at the edge of the woods. Wouldn't he be over 100 by now?”
She had smiled and shook her head. “It's different when you've been changed, Isabella. You remain that age forever.”
I never got to ask her what she had meant by 'changed', at that point in the conversation she would always change the subject, asking if I wanted some cookies or if I had a boyfriend yet.
I shook my head to myself as I set the box of clothing down onto my bed. Instead of starting to unpack, I walked to the balcony doors on the other side of my room. I opened the double glass doors and inhaled the scent of the rain as it fell straight down to the ground.
There had been enough bedrooms where none of us had to have my grandmother's old room. Alice and Rosalie had assumed I would want it, but I just couldn't do it; that was my grandmother's room, not mine. All the rooms were equally large anyway.
“You all right, Bells?”
I turned to see Jacob stepping into my room. “Yeah, Jake, I'm fine.” I replied, turning to look back outside. “Just thinking about my grandmother.”
He nodded slowly, coming up to stand next to me. “I'm sorry.”
I shot him a reassuring smile. “I was just thinking of the stories she used to tell me.” I explained, looking down to where the yard met the woods.
“Ah,” he nodded again and then nudged me with his elbow. “Seen any strange happenings around here yet?”
I smirked, beginning to miss my grandmother even more. “Not yet, but I'll let you know if I do.”
Jacob and I went back down to the living room to join the others. They had ordered pizza and were setting the room up while they waiting for it to arrive. Jasper and Emmett were attaching Rosalie's large flat-screen tv to the wall above the fireplace. Alice and Rosalie were plugging in the lamps and setting them on the end tables.
“I think I've got it!” Alice yelled; she had crawled under one of the tables and was reaching behind the sofa chair, towards an outlet.
“I can move the chair if-” Jacob stepped toward the chair but the lamp came on suddenly, proving Alice's success.
“Like I said: I got it.” She replied, but her tone wasn't as cold as Rosalie's had been earlier. Alice crawled backward out from under the table and went to sit up too soon, knocking her head against it. “Ow!”
“Wow, that's something Bella would do.” Jacob joked and I was the only one to join him in laughing. After a moment, he cleared his throat and turned to me. “Well, I better get going, Bells. I'll talk to you later.”
I smiled at him and followed him to the front door. “Thanks for all the help, Jacob.”
“Sure, sure.” He replied, turning back just once before bounding down the front steps. “Anytime.”
As soon as he made it to his car, I closed the door and went back to the living room.
***
It was pretty late when I crawled into bed that night - or morning, I guess you could say. I had spent a long time unpacking most of my things and by the time I felt I had made enough progress, the clock read 1AM. It had stopped raining outside so I decided to keep the balcony doors open.
I picked up my copy of Wuthering Heights to read as I lay in bed and opened the drawer of my nightstand to take out my book light. Not seeing it right away, I reached into the back of the drawer.
“Ow!” I gasped when I felt something sharp slide across my finger.
I pulled my hand out of the drawer to see blood starting to drip out of the half-inch long cut. A wave of nausea hit me and my ears started to ring when I saw it. Before I could let myself pass out, I managed to grab a tissue and hold it tightly against my finger. I really hoped the bleeding would stop soon; I couldn't stand the smell for much longer.
I mustered up the courage to look at my finger and, thankfully, it had stopped bleeding. Sighing, I gave up on finding my book light and decided to just go to sleep.
I was almost asleep when I heard scratching on my bedroom door. My eyes shot open at the sound but I immediately relaxed when Isis let out a small meow from the hallway. She meowed a couple more times before moving away from my door. Everything was quiet for a few minutes, and then she started meowing again, a little louder this time.
Did she always act like this? I couldn't remember her ever meowing like that when I had stayed overnight at Alice's place.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I slid out of bed and opened my bedroom door. Standing in the doorway, I looked down the hall one way and then looked the other way.
I froze - my mouth slightly open in surprise - at what I saw.
There was a boy - maybe around my age - crouched down at the end of the hall, petting Isis. He was strikingly beautiful, with messy bronze-colored hair.
He noticed me standing there, staring at him, and he stood up quickly.
His skin was so pale that he seemed to glow against the darkness of the moonlit hallway. He was lean and, though there were no obvious muscles like Emmett had, I could tell he was strong. His eyes were a dark amber color as he stared back at me, seemingly unsure of what to do.
A cold breeze came from behind me and out into the hallway. I shivered but I had the idea that it had nothing to do with the chill of the wind.
He took a deep breath in as the wind hit him and closed his eyes, smelling the air. When his eyes opened again, they had turned black.
In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of me. I didn't back away, mesmerized as I looked at his face. He seemed to be panting lightly as he slowly looked me over. He smelled the air again and his eyes focused immediately on my left hand. Slowly - cautiously - he reached out and took my hand, his thumb against my palm.
I gasped at how cold his hands were and he looked from my hand to my face. He looked into my eyes for only a moment before he looked back to my hand and lifted it so that it was eye level for him. His eyebrows turned down in concentration as he focused on my fingers.
I suddenly realized that I had begun panting a little myself as his thumb rubbed back and forth softly against my palm. More than anything at that moment, I wanted to reach out and touch his face, but I felt as though I shouldn't move.
I felt pressure on my cut finger and saw that he was squeezing it lightly. There was a soft, trickling feeling running down my finger and I realized he had opened the cut. I watched as some kind of hunger gleamed in his eyes, but for only a moment before he shut them tight, a tortured expression marring his beautiful face.
I did reach out to him then with the hand he wasn't holding. My hand had barely touched his cold cheek before his whole body stiffened.
As suddenly as he had crossed the hall to stand in front of me, he dropped my hand and disappeared. The only hint to the way he could have gone was the slamming of my balcony doors. It couldn't have been the wind since the wind was blowing the opposite way.
My hands dropped to my sides as I slowly made my way back into my room. I shut the door and went to open the balcony doors. I looked outside - examined the whole yard for some sign of him - but found nothing. I sighed and reluctantly turned to go back to bed.
As I laid there, I couldn't understand the feelings rushing through me. I should have been scared - I had found a strange boy in my house! - but through my whole encounter with him, I never felt even one ounce of fear. Instead, I felt exhilarated. I already noticed that when I thought of him, saw his face in my mind, my heart would race.
I wanted to see him again.
Part of me began to wonder how he had gotten into my house, while the other part of me thought that, maybe if I had stayed on the balcony longer, I would have seen him walk out of the woods.
[tbc]
Title: Unseen 1/?
Author: zeppogrl7
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, Stephenie Meyers owns all.
Fandom: Twilight
Pairings: Bella/Edward, Alice/Jasper, Rosalie/Emmett
Spoilers: None I think
Ratings: R eventually
Summary: Bella, Alice and Rosalie move into a house that Bella inherited from her grandmother. Bella soon finds out that the strange stories her grandmother used to tell her might not have been so strange after all. ALL HUMAN, except for Edward.
The house looked like it belonged on top of a tall, deserted hill, with storm clouds overhead and crows cawing in the distance.
This was the best way to describe the house that my grandmother had left to me, and was how I described it anytime someone asked what it looked like.
In actuality, the house was beautiful in an old fashioned way. It was tall, with three pointed sections on the roof, making it look as though it had three towers; the tallest in the middle. At the top of the towers were iron bars, their ends shaped into spears. The outside was all dark wood siding. The windows were tall and pointed at the top. There was a large porch on the front of the house, and there was a matching one on the back of the house as well.
I grabbed the last box of my clothing off the back of my truck and headed inside.
The inside of the house looked similar to the outside: dark wood paneling on the walls, with the wood floors being only a shade or two lighter. The only carpet in the house was spacial rugs placed in some rooms. There was a large red rug covering most of the floor of the living room - the room in which you entered when you came into the house - and the living room's windows were flanked by long red curtains that almost touched the floor. There were carpet runners going up the stairs and down the upstairs hallway; they were also red in color.
“Move your butt, Swan!” Emmett yelled playfully as he and Jasper attempted to squeeze a sofa through the front door that I was standing just inside of.
I stepped aside - out of their way - and saw Alice's cat, Isis, sneak by me and run through the guys' feet to get outside. Alice scooped her up a she made her way up the front porch and stopped to watch the guys struggle with the sofa.
Alice, Rosalie and I had decided to move in together. We were all in college, sick of the dorm rooms, and once they had discovered that I had a perfectly good house waiting to be occupied, there was no going back. They thought it was perfect: a big house with a big yard, surrounded by woods. A perfect place for parties. I wasn't really the partying type but I usually went along with what the other girls wanted to do; it was just easier that way.
“Are you sure you're doing it right?" Alice asked the guys. “Maybe you should tilt it a little more to the left.”
I stifled a laugh when Emmett and Jasper shot annoyed looks at her.
Alice and I had grown up together. She was on the shorter side and had short hair that spiked out every which way. She was just like any other girl - loved to go shopping and have parties - but she was also into the supernatural. She had these “visions” of things that would happen, and she believed in things like ghosts. Sometimes she reminded me of my grandmother, except Alice wasn't as creepy as my grandmother had been.
She and Jasper were dating and I couldn't have imagined up a better man for her to be with. Jasper was a very laid-back guy; he seemed to have the gift of calming things down when people were upset or angry. He balanced Alice's hyperness out perfectly.
“Be careful!”
Emmett almost dropped his end of the sofa when he heard Rosalie yell.
“I swear, Jacob Black, if you break that mirror you'll have more than seven years of bad luck!” She threatened loudly as she followed Jacob - who was carrying the large mirror from her vanity set - towards the house. “That was my mother's and if you-”
“I'm not gonna drop it, Rosalie! Pipe down!” Jacob ground out between his teeth.
“Maybe you should have helped with Rose's things, Em.” I said quietly as Rosalie and Jacob got closer.
“Are you kidding?” Emmett shook his head. “She'd be yelling at me just as much. It has nothing to do with Jacob carrying it.” He grunted as they tried to tilt the couch. “Well, almost nothing,” he added.
I frowned a little. I knew my friends didn't exactly like Jacob too much. He had a knack of being a complete jackass sometimes. I hated him when he was like that, but he was also a good friend I had known for most of my life; almost as long as I had known Alice. Besides his jerky moments, the only thing that bothered me was that he wanted to be more than a friend to me. He'd made that fact known quite a few times and had tried to kiss me at least twice. No matter how many times I told him I wasn't interested in him like that, he never seemed to get it; he never gave up.
Jacob and Rosalie made it onto the porch just as Emmett and Jasper got the sofa through the door. Emmett let out a triumphant “yesss!” and Jasper muttered “finally!”
“See?” Alice smiled at them and walked inside with Isis. “I told you tilting it would work.”
“Take it up to my room.” Rosalie instructed Jacob, following him to the stairs. “Do you know which room that is? Don't trip on the stairs!”
“If only I could pretend you're saying that because you're worried for my well-being.” Jacob said sarcastically as he took the mirror upstairs.
“Yeah, right.” Rosalie muttered, staying on the main floor with us.
Alice and I had met Rosalie in middle school. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair, her body tall and thin. She had always been a little into herself and when we all entered high school, Alice and I half expected for Rosalie to ditch us for a more 'popular' crowd. We were pleasantly surprised when she stuck with us, even mouthing off to the snotty popular girls on our behalf. She was there for you if you ever needed her, but at the same time she had no problem telling you what was on her mind and what she really thought about things.
She and Emmett were dating. They were an interesting - and cute - couple: the straight forward, almost loud-mouth, blonde and the big protective teddy bear.
“Aw Rosie, lay off the guy.” Emmett said, an amused smile on his face. “He is helping you out, after all.”
She rolled her eyes and let him wrap his arms around her.
I smiled at the two couples, turned and took my last box up to my room. Everything was finally in the house, which was good because it seemed that Mother Nature had been waiting for us to finish; it had started to rain.
I normally loved the rain, but it made being in this house even creepier than it already was.
I had loved this house when I was really young; I had loved exploring all the rooms and had even found 'secret' compartments in the walls of some of the rooms. My grandmother would tell me stories about the house, about people who had lived here before.
One of her favorite stories was about a boy who had lived there about 90 years earlier. The woods around the house had been thicker then, with more animals living there than compared to now. One day the boy decided to go hunting in the woods, only taking a knife with him.
“Foolish boy,” my grandmother would say, always at the same point in the story.
The boy was never seen again.
“But I swear, Isabella,” she said, shaking her head as though she had seen something that she couldn't have possibly seen. “I've seen him,” she would point out through the balcony doors of the room I stayed in, to where her yard met the edge of the woods, “standing there, as though he's waiting for something... or someone.”
As I got older, I would listen to the story politely, able to recite it in my head as she spoke. Sometimes I would ask her questions, to see what she would come up with. Once I had said, “If he's been in the woods for 90 years, he would be dead. And even if he was still alive, he'd be too weak to stand at the edge of the woods. Wouldn't he be over 100 by now?”
She had smiled and shook her head. “It's different when you've been changed, Isabella. You remain that age forever.”
I never got to ask her what she had meant by 'changed', at that point in the conversation she would always change the subject, asking if I wanted some cookies or if I had a boyfriend yet.
I shook my head to myself as I set the box of clothing down onto my bed. Instead of starting to unpack, I walked to the balcony doors on the other side of my room. I opened the double glass doors and inhaled the scent of the rain as it fell straight down to the ground.
There had been enough bedrooms where none of us had to have my grandmother's old room. Alice and Rosalie had assumed I would want it, but I just couldn't do it; that was my grandmother's room, not mine. All the rooms were equally large anyway.
“You all right, Bells?”
I turned to see Jacob stepping into my room. “Yeah, Jake, I'm fine.” I replied, turning to look back outside. “Just thinking about my grandmother.”
He nodded slowly, coming up to stand next to me. “I'm sorry.”
I shot him a reassuring smile. “I was just thinking of the stories she used to tell me.” I explained, looking down to where the yard met the woods.
“Ah,” he nodded again and then nudged me with his elbow. “Seen any strange happenings around here yet?”
I smirked, beginning to miss my grandmother even more. “Not yet, but I'll let you know if I do.”
Jacob and I went back down to the living room to join the others. They had ordered pizza and were setting the room up while they waiting for it to arrive. Jasper and Emmett were attaching Rosalie's large flat-screen tv to the wall above the fireplace. Alice and Rosalie were plugging in the lamps and setting them on the end tables.
“I think I've got it!” Alice yelled; she had crawled under one of the tables and was reaching behind the sofa chair, towards an outlet.
“I can move the chair if-” Jacob stepped toward the chair but the lamp came on suddenly, proving Alice's success.
“Like I said: I got it.” She replied, but her tone wasn't as cold as Rosalie's had been earlier. Alice crawled backward out from under the table and went to sit up too soon, knocking her head against it. “Ow!”
“Wow, that's something Bella would do.” Jacob joked and I was the only one to join him in laughing. After a moment, he cleared his throat and turned to me. “Well, I better get going, Bells. I'll talk to you later.”
I smiled at him and followed him to the front door. “Thanks for all the help, Jacob.”
“Sure, sure.” He replied, turning back just once before bounding down the front steps. “Anytime.”
As soon as he made it to his car, I closed the door and went back to the living room.
***
It was pretty late when I crawled into bed that night - or morning, I guess you could say. I had spent a long time unpacking most of my things and by the time I felt I had made enough progress, the clock read 1AM. It had stopped raining outside so I decided to keep the balcony doors open.
I picked up my copy of Wuthering Heights to read as I lay in bed and opened the drawer of my nightstand to take out my book light. Not seeing it right away, I reached into the back of the drawer.
“Ow!” I gasped when I felt something sharp slide across my finger.
I pulled my hand out of the drawer to see blood starting to drip out of the half-inch long cut. A wave of nausea hit me and my ears started to ring when I saw it. Before I could let myself pass out, I managed to grab a tissue and hold it tightly against my finger. I really hoped the bleeding would stop soon; I couldn't stand the smell for much longer.
I mustered up the courage to look at my finger and, thankfully, it had stopped bleeding. Sighing, I gave up on finding my book light and decided to just go to sleep.
I was almost asleep when I heard scratching on my bedroom door. My eyes shot open at the sound but I immediately relaxed when Isis let out a small meow from the hallway. She meowed a couple more times before moving away from my door. Everything was quiet for a few minutes, and then she started meowing again, a little louder this time.
Did she always act like this? I couldn't remember her ever meowing like that when I had stayed overnight at Alice's place.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I slid out of bed and opened my bedroom door. Standing in the doorway, I looked down the hall one way and then looked the other way.
I froze - my mouth slightly open in surprise - at what I saw.
There was a boy - maybe around my age - crouched down at the end of the hall, petting Isis. He was strikingly beautiful, with messy bronze-colored hair.
He noticed me standing there, staring at him, and he stood up quickly.
His skin was so pale that he seemed to glow against the darkness of the moonlit hallway. He was lean and, though there were no obvious muscles like Emmett had, I could tell he was strong. His eyes were a dark amber color as he stared back at me, seemingly unsure of what to do.
A cold breeze came from behind me and out into the hallway. I shivered but I had the idea that it had nothing to do with the chill of the wind.
He took a deep breath in as the wind hit him and closed his eyes, smelling the air. When his eyes opened again, they had turned black.
In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of me. I didn't back away, mesmerized as I looked at his face. He seemed to be panting lightly as he slowly looked me over. He smelled the air again and his eyes focused immediately on my left hand. Slowly - cautiously - he reached out and took my hand, his thumb against my palm.
I gasped at how cold his hands were and he looked from my hand to my face. He looked into my eyes for only a moment before he looked back to my hand and lifted it so that it was eye level for him. His eyebrows turned down in concentration as he focused on my fingers.
I suddenly realized that I had begun panting a little myself as his thumb rubbed back and forth softly against my palm. More than anything at that moment, I wanted to reach out and touch his face, but I felt as though I shouldn't move.
I felt pressure on my cut finger and saw that he was squeezing it lightly. There was a soft, trickling feeling running down my finger and I realized he had opened the cut. I watched as some kind of hunger gleamed in his eyes, but for only a moment before he shut them tight, a tortured expression marring his beautiful face.
I did reach out to him then with the hand he wasn't holding. My hand had barely touched his cold cheek before his whole body stiffened.
As suddenly as he had crossed the hall to stand in front of me, he dropped my hand and disappeared. The only hint to the way he could have gone was the slamming of my balcony doors. It couldn't have been the wind since the wind was blowing the opposite way.
My hands dropped to my sides as I slowly made my way back into my room. I shut the door and went to open the balcony doors. I looked outside - examined the whole yard for some sign of him - but found nothing. I sighed and reluctantly turned to go back to bed.
As I laid there, I couldn't understand the feelings rushing through me. I should have been scared - I had found a strange boy in my house! - but through my whole encounter with him, I never felt even one ounce of fear. Instead, I felt exhilarated. I already noticed that when I thought of him, saw his face in my mind, my heart would race.
I wanted to see him again.
Part of me began to wonder how he had gotten into my house, while the other part of me thought that, maybe if I had stayed on the balcony longer, I would have seen him walk out of the woods.
[tbc]