1. Poetry in Motion
For someone my age death is too far off to consider, so you don’t. But that doesn’t mean that it still can’t find you, it can! It found me, or maybe I found it,
voluntary death in the place of someone you love is quite different. I believed
it to be the best way to go, noble even. I wasn’t afraid as the huntress crept
closer to me, eyes boring into my heart anxious to stop it. Her approach was
slow because she got a thrill from the suspense, the look on my face, my
labored last breaths, the invisible fear she could probably smell seeping from
my pores. Ok so I was afraid, but it was not important.
But one thing kept me from regretting the decision to leave home, the flutter of the butterfly’s wings that began the typhoon halfway around the world. Until then it was no more than sacrifice, the
importance of my mother’s happiness over my own. Without me, there was nothing
keeping her away from her new husband’s side while he was on the road. Despite
her worrying, smothering nature I doubt she could deny the smile that crossed
her middle aged features when I told her that I would live with my father so
that she could travel with Edward. My heart sank as I spent my last moments
with her in the airport terminal, in her loving arms. It wasn’t my first last
moments in her arms. She practically clutched me for dear life in the driveway
like time would stand still as long as she needed which knowing my mother would
probably be eternity. My mom and I were almost nothing alike but could almost
be twins. We had the same green eyes, and almost the same bronze hair. Inside I
had more of my father.
“Elizabeth, you’re going to suffocate the boy, and he’ll be late, let’s get a move on!” Edward had broken the time warp and brought us back to earth, where no one had
“Call me as soon as you land.” She requested urgently and crushed her lips to my cheek. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about her only son flying across the country alone, especially since
“I’ll be fine mom,” I told her and kissed her back. In her eyes it looked like she had already gotten the news of the plane crashing into the side of a building, no survivors. I squeezed her passionately
and kissed her again.
“Mom, they’ve gone crazy with new security since the twin towers, there is even a luggage weight limit now. Nothing is going to happen.” I assured her.
“Of course, they say flying is the safest mode of long distance travel.” She replied acting like she had no idea why I thought she would worry. I laughed in spite of myself; I would miss that about
“What did I say honey?” she asked as of course it wouldn’t be obvious why I laughed. There was a tear in her voice, and it released from her right eye. I reached out and caught it with my thumb.
I slept through most of the trip, and read for about the last half trying desperately not to think about where I was going: Forks, Washington.
It was one of those small tight-nit little towns you see on TV where everyone
knows each other like one big family or something. The population was 3,120
people, now 3,121. My father was Carlisle, the
towns’ most renowned doctor that looks more like a male model. He too had
recently remarried and today I would meet her for the first time. I couldn’t
say I was excited; I was pretty much already meeting Carlisle
for the first time. It had been fourteen years since I was last in Forks; I
used to come for a couple weeks every summer, and for every other Christmas.
After I stopped coming, I used to get a few letters here and there but those
eventually stopped too. She was probably why; I had heard nothing about her
until I arranged moving in with him. I couldn’t say I was too mad, until now my
long lost father’s love life really hadn’t been any of my business. He had been
amazingly welcoming of the idea of my coming to live with him, excited even. He
had bombarded Elizabeth
with questions to help him put together my room so that I would feel at home,
and said he had a surprise homecoming gift for me.
My legs were stiff, and my back sore from sitting on the plane for so long, but the relief wouldn’t last. The airport was an hour out of forks, there was still a car ride ahead of me. I found Carlisle easily, the airport was small and his new wife’s
face lit up as soon as he pointed me out. She had a very kindly, Virgin Mary
face and her arms coming up over her heart as she watched me walk over to meet
them only enhanced the image.
“Edward!” she delightfully cooed. “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you. I’m Esme.”
She took me in a hug, light and soft yet very motherly. It almost reminded me of being in my mother’s arms. Her hair smelled like strawberries and cream and her lips were as soft as her embrace as
she kissed my forehead. Her touch was oddly comforting. Carlisle
had a magazine photo smile at the sight of this first meeting going so well.
Carlisle lived in pretty much the nicest house in Forks. It sat alone pretty much surrounded by woods, no close neighbors. For a house that appeared so small, it
somehow held three bedrooms (The extra bedroom was used for emergency
treatments what with the possibility of something happening to a person in the
woods. Carlisle himself was closer than the
hospital. I guess it’s better to be safe
than sorry I thought, understanding.), Carlisle’s
study and two bathrooms so that I could have my own. Thank goodness for little
favors. My bedroom was a few steps from my bathroom, it was small barely
fitting a shelf full of books and CD’s and a bed sitting across from a dresser
next to the back window.
“I hope everything is alright, and I certainly hope your mother got your favorites right.” Carlisle told me as he steered his eyes across the shelves.
“Yeah it’s fine.” I replied as I collapsed on the bed relieved to finally be able to stretch my body out after all the sitting. The good thing about Carlisle was
that he didn’t hover or pry, I just wanted to relax.
Everyone knew the myth that cats have nine lives; but no one knew that I have more lives than all the cats on the planet. We have been to so many places and have had to do the same exact thing
in all of them. My brothers and sisters didn’t seem quite as put off by it as I
did. Perhaps that was because they had each other; Emmett and Rosalie, Alice and Jasper, even my
parents Charlie and Renee. I wanted to sleep, so that I could travel to a
different world, maybe even the world I should have been in where I belonged.
Sometimes I wanted what Tuck in Natalie Babbitt’s Tuck Everlasting had, to dream of being in heaven and never having
heard of Forks. When I wasn’t putting on the act I was usually in my room
reading that book, I must have read it hundreds of times.
So you can’t call it living what we got, we just are! That one simple line held so much power for me, so much meaning. I always read that line at least ten times. It was a story that made
you see that the world truly wasn’t as simple as it seemed. But people were, all
the same things were supposed to happen to all of them; birth, development,
maturity, love, marriage, children, grandchildren, death. It was a good thing
though. It was a cycle, like mine except for them it always began again
differently, with different people on different paths.
This town was even simpler than its people, nothing real interesting ever happened here. But it was our favorite place; there was hardly any sun which was a huge contrast to my previous life.
It was fuzzy but I remember it was the cold I used to hate. I don’t hate the
sun though; it just removed my mask and revealed that I was different.
“Hey Bella lets go, time for round three hundred and sixty four huh?” My older brother Emmett challenged one March morning before school. He and I always arm wrestled as many times as possible
in each new place we settled, and whoever won the most would be king or queen
of that location. I was queen of Alaska our
last home, and our last three homes before that, Rome,
Brazil, and Paris. Whenever we moved back somewhere we
had been before the current ruler would have to fight to keep their land.
“Washington is so mine!” I insisted planting my elbow on the kitchen counter. It was already Emmett’s from last time we were here, and not that I wanted it, but I
was still smug after almost ten years after loosing Stratford-Upon-Avon,
England, I had really wanted that one. Emmett hooted in his teasing little way.
He certainly wasn’t going to cop to being a three time loser. He was king of
his own little world where he was always better no matter what.
“Careful now, we’ve already been through four kitchen tables this year.” Charlie warned. Emmett appeared to have ignored him, but I could feel the kick he had gotten out of his lack of enthusiasm, I
had to laugh myself. Ooh he sounds angry
don’t cross big bad Charlie! I would have expected Emmett to tease. That
was Charlie. I slammed Emmett’s hand down in two minutes and he groaned in
“Way to go Bells, my sis the bear trap!” Rosalie hooted as we high fived.
“Not funny babe!” Emmett replied he was teasing as always but there was just a hint of seriousness in there. I understood why that would have stung.
“Lose like a man Emmett, oops wait, a man wouldn’t lose to a girl!” I teased and laughed at my own joke. Emmett tackled me to the ground in response. I kept laughing. That was the thing I loved about
Emmett he gave me something to laugh about every morning that made starting the
day a little less like a chore. With the morning match finished, Alice and I
disappeared to dress for school as we usually did. It was like trying on
clothes in a department store dressing room. I had to meet her in the hall and
make sure she liked my outfit; she was obsessed with making sure I was
presentable to the world. I couldn’t care less but I would never take from her
something she got joy from.
I liked it. A lot. At the beginning, i thought it was a little too similar to twilight, but as it progressed i realized how detached it was from the original story. Honestly i thought it was very good. If you get a chance, maybe you could have a read through my fanfiction; nightfall. It follows on from breaking dawn, but i haven't had a whole lot of feedback, so it would be wonderful to know what you think of it - writer to writer. You can find it in the discussions section on my page, i think i posted three parts, so you'll have to go back a little way to find part one. But thank you, it would be greatly appreciated! I look forward to reading more of your story.