the exhaustion of sleep deprivation broke down my defenses—that it was all
slipping away。 That my
mind was a sieve； and I would someday not be able to remember the precise
color of his eyes； the feel of
his cool skin； or the texture of his voice。 I could not think of them； but I
must remember them。
Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live—I
had to know that he existed。
That was all。 Everything else I could endure。 So long as he existed。
That's why I was more trapped in Forks than I ever had been before； why I'd
fought with Charlie when
he suggested a change。 Honestly； it shouldn't matter； no one was ever ing
back here。
But if I were to go to Jacksonville； or anywhere else bright and unfamiliar；
how could I be sure he was
real？ In a place where I could never imagine him； the conviction might fade
and that I could not live
through。
Forbidden to remember； terrified to forget； it was a hard line to walk。
I was surprised when Jessica stopped the car in front of my house。 The ride
had not taken long； but；
short as it seemed； I wouldn't have thought that Jessica could go that long
without speaking。
〃Thanks for going out with me； Jess；〃 I said as I opened my door。 〃That was
fun。〃 I hoped that fun was
the appropriate word。
〃Sure；〃 she muttered。
〃I'm sorry about after the movie。〃
〃Whatever； Bella。〃 She glared out the windshield instead of looking at me。 She
seemed to be growing
angrier rather than getting over it。
〃See you Monday？〃
〃Yeah。 Bye。〃
I gave up and shut the door。 She drove away； still without looking at me。
I'd forgotten her by the time I was inside。
Charlie was waiting for me in the middle of the hall； his arms folded tight
over his chest with his hands
balled into fists。
〃Hey； Dad；〃 I said absentmindedly as I ducked around Charlie； heading for the
stairs。 I'd been thinking
about him for too long； and I wanted to be upstairs before it caught up with
me。
〃Where have you been？〃 Charlie demanded。
I looked at my dad； surprised。 〃I went to a movie in Port Angeles with
Jessica。 Like I told you this
morning。〃
〃Humph；〃 he grunted。
〃Is that okay？〃
He studied my face； his eyes widening as if he saw something unexpected。
〃Yeah； that's fine。 Did you
havefun？〃
〃Sure；〃 I said。 〃We watched zombies eat people。 It was great。〃
His eyes narrowed。
〃'Night； Dad。〃
He let me pass。 I hurried to my room。
I lay in my bed a few minutes later； resigned as the pain finally made its
appearance。
It was a crippling thing； this sensation that a huge hole had been punched
through my chest； excising my
most vital organs and leaving ragged； unhealed gashes around the edges that
continued to throb and
bleed despite the passage of time。 Rationally； I knew my lungs must still be
intact； yet I gasped for air and
my head spun like my efforts yielded me nothing。 My heart must have been
beating； too； but I couldn't
hear the sound of my pulse in my ears； my hands felt blue with cold。 I curled
inward； hugging my ribs to
hold myself together。 I scrambled for my numbness； my denial； but it evaded
me。
And yet； I found I could survive。 I was alert； I felt the pain—the aching
loss that radiated out from my
chest； sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head—but it was
manageable。 I could live
through it。 It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time； rather that
I'd grown strong enough to bear
it。
Whatever it was that had happened tonight—and whether it was the zombies； the
adrenaline； or the
hallucinations that were responsible—it had woken me up。
For the first time in a long time； I didn't know what to expect in the
morning。
5。 CHEATER
〃BELLA； WHY DON'T YOU TAKE OFF；〃 MIKE SUGGESTED； his eyes focused off to the
side； not
really looking at me。 I wondered how long that had been going on without me
noticing。
It was a slow afternoon at Newton's。 At the moment there were only two patrons
in the store； dedicated
backpackers from the sound of their conversation。 Mike had spent the last hour
going through the pros
and cons of two brands of lightweight packs with them。 But they'd taken a
break from serious pricing to
indulge in trying to one…up each other with their latest tales from the trail。
Their distraction had given Mike
a chance to escape。
〃I don't mind staying；〃 I said。 I still hadn't been able to sink back into my
protective shell of numbness；
and everything seemed oddly close and loud today； like I'd taken cotton out of
my ears。 I tried to tune
out the laughing hikers without success。
〃I'm telling you；〃 said the thickset man with the orange beard that didn't
match his dark brown hair。 〃I've
seen grizzlies pretty close up in Yellowstone； but they had nothing on this
brute。〃 His hair was matted；
and his clothes looked like they'd been on his back for more than a few days。
Fresh from the mountains。
〃Not a chance。 Black bears don't get that big。 The grizzlies you saw were
probably cubs。〃 The second
man was tall and lean； his face tanned and wind…whipped into an impressive
leathery crust。
〃Seriously； Bella； as soon as these two give up； I'm closing the place down；〃
Mike murmured。
〃If you want me to go〃 I shrugged。
〃On all fours it was taller than you；〃 the bearded man insisted while I
gathered my things together。 〃Big as
a house and pitch…black。 I'm going to report it to the ranger here。 People
ought to be warned—this
wasn't up on the mountain； mind you—this was only a few miles from the
trailhead。〃
Leather…face laughed and rolled his eyes。 〃Let me guess—you were on your way
in？ Hadn't eaten real
food or slept off the ground in a week； right？〃
〃Hey； uh； Mike； right？〃 the bearded man called； looking toward us。
〃See you Monday；〃 I mumbled。
〃Yes； sir；〃 Mike replied； turning away。
〃Say； have there been any warnings around here recently—about black bears？〃
〃No； sir。 But it's always good to keep your distance and store your food
correctly。 Have you seen the
new bear…safe canisters？ They only weigh two pounds〃
The doors slid open to let me out into the rain。 I hunched over inside my
jacket as I dashed for my truck。
The rain hammering against my hood sounded unusually loud； too； but soon the
roar of the engine
drowned out everything else。
I didn't want to go back to Charlie's empty house。 Last night had been
particularly brutal； and I had no
desire to revisit the scene of the suffering。 Even after the pain had subsided
enough for me to sleep； it
wasn't over。 Like I'd told Jessica after the movie； there was never any doubt
that I would have
nightmares。
I always had nightmares now； every night。 Not nightmares really； not in the
plural； because it was always
the same nightmare。 You'd think I'd get bored after so many months； grow
immune to it。 But the dream
never failed to horrify me； and only ended when I woke myself with screaming。
Charlie didn't e in to
see what was wrong anymore； to make sure there was no intruder strangling me
or something like
that—he was used to it now。
My nightmare probably wouldn't even frighten someone else。 No