Teen Ink

Chapter Eight: Nightmares

Chapter Eight: Nightmares
Alice’s Point of View
I could feel her; her flowing flesh was still out there, roaming the earth, trying to find a way out. But where was out? And, how would she get there? I tried to ignore the questions, but didn’t have the strength to do so. No one knew what I had seen, nor did Bella let Edward read my mind to try and find out where Milla was. The depths of my own mind had hid the truth of where she was led to. I knew where she was, I could feel her pulse deep within the palms of my very own hands. She was out there, deep within the wilderness, in the heart of the woods where no one could find her again. She was bloodthirsty; a carnivorous beast that will roam the earth for eternity.
I wanted to know more, Esme and Carlisle wanted to know more as well, but I failed to be honest and tell them. I felt her depression linger its way inside of me. The way it felt when it seeped through me at first glance with her.
“Alice, where is she?” Bella glowered at me from a distance, her face beginning to go from withdraw of blood loss. The loss we had to go through so she didn’t have to find out what we were. “Alice!” She snapped once more.
“I can’t tell you,” I gazed at the ground from the sternness of my voice.
“Why?” She crossed her arms, gazing at me with her trenching amber eyes.
“Because, she is….” I couldn’t speak, nothing wanted me to reveal. I couldn’t help but penetrate the thoughts that could lure me into finding her myself, though Edward had the right as well to read my mind and track her down.
“How could you,” A voice stunned me, grasping at the hairs of my neck. “You lied…” I turned, gleaming at the massively well-built body that was standing before me.
“I didn’t lie about anything.” I blankly looked towards the ground, letting myself hiss with aggravation.
“Yes you did!” He jumped at me, pinning my body up against a nearby wall, making Esme’s vases fall to the ground; loud banging had filled the atmosphere surrounding us. It made no sense to me. Why would he act like this to his own sister?
His gaze overstruck me, causing me to feel pain that I couldn’t feel. I wanted to scream. Scream for Milla. Scream for the ones that were being killed by our kind. Coming clean was the last thing on my list to do. The light from the sun had made my skin sparkle like a million diamonds were embodied onto my skin. She was lost in translation, I was afraid she had been eaten by Jacob’s pack. Or even worse; founded by the Volturi and slaughtered for being a newborn, and for breaking the law.
A few days later, we had finally set out. The green grass turned to a light yellow from the sun gazing down on it. It was our fault for going out in broad daylight. It was my fault for not telling anyone a thing about her disappearance. It was Edward’s fault for nearly freezing and running off after trying to protect her from the people at school.
“There,” Renesmee snapped her head to the side, nearly making her fall to the ground. Her feet snapped to ground, and onwards she ran after the scent of a newborn. Clearly, she didn’t know how to stop her, since Jasper refused to teach her after the incident with her trying to attack a human.
“No!” I screamed. She had vanished, she was nowhere in sight for us to see where her track had let her to. “Nessie,” I whispered into the still quietness, we were surrounded by possible traps. “We can’t stop anymore,” A hand had stretched out towards me, “come on, we have to go.” A roughness to the voice made me want to scream. I grabbed on to the boney hand and pulled myself together. Jasper clutched me to the side, disarming me to tell him what I had seen inside my vision.
“I could’ve sworn I saw her standing there,” I crossed my arms, letting myself fall into his arms.
“How do you know?” He asked. His voice was serene, straight forward without lacking being serious.
“I just… do…. That’s all that really matters.” I gulped hard this time, letting the burning sensation take over itself in my throat. It stung me once more, I wanted to find her. Even if it meant risking my own life, nor theirs, just to have one last glance directly at her. What her new appearance looked like, even if her eyes were closed.