Status: Re-Writing
Emotions Run Wild
Increasing thoughts.
Tuesday; translation three more days of hell and unusual torture.
I was well aware of the whispers students made as we approached in the halls. Alice was dancing again and even though I wanted to smile at her actions, I found it harder and harder with each step into the school I made. Their blood called to me. Called me to sink my teeth into their veins allowing their sweet lush blood to fill my mouth, satisfy my thirst and wash over all of my senses.
Clearing his throat at my thoughts, Edward offered me a sympathetic smile. But I didn’t want sympathy; I wanted an end; a way to relieve these feelings without causing unnecessary harm.
By just going with my animal instinct I would kill every human in the area, possible the whole town until I could stop the emotions from overpowering my senses. That would ruin my family and everything Carlisle had worked for, bringing the Volturri down on us.
Or I could simply kill myself. The only ones that would be hurt by this was my family and more importantly Alice, but even then I would be at peace and they wouldn’t have to cater to my needs.
Suicide was looking like a very good idea at this moment, when I walked through a blank patch. Startled by this I looked around, Edward and the rest of the family studying me as I did so. I was surrounded by students so why was it that in this spot I couldn’t feel any emotions at all. It was a blank area and I could feel my muscles relaxing. I couldn’t feel the overload of feelings here it was as if they had been wiped out of this one spot.
“Jazz we’re going to be late for class” grabbing my hand, Alice pulled me out of the spot and the overwhelming feeling of pain and anguish washed over me again. The urge to run, to kill or die took over as Alice guided me to our first class, glaring at something behind me. I didn’t turn to look, I suppose I would have if it hadn’t have been for the flooding in my brain, the thoughts of never knowing what had caused that stillness tormenting me as we sat in first class.
I didn’t pass through that blank sheet for the rest of the day and soon it slipped my mind completely as I fought against siding with my urges and giving into temptation. Suicide was looking like a very good plan.
I was well aware of the whispers students made as we approached in the halls. Alice was dancing again and even though I wanted to smile at her actions, I found it harder and harder with each step into the school I made. Their blood called to me. Called me to sink my teeth into their veins allowing their sweet lush blood to fill my mouth, satisfy my thirst and wash over all of my senses.
Clearing his throat at my thoughts, Edward offered me a sympathetic smile. But I didn’t want sympathy; I wanted an end; a way to relieve these feelings without causing unnecessary harm.
By just going with my animal instinct I would kill every human in the area, possible the whole town until I could stop the emotions from overpowering my senses. That would ruin my family and everything Carlisle had worked for, bringing the Volturri down on us.
Or I could simply kill myself. The only ones that would be hurt by this was my family and more importantly Alice, but even then I would be at peace and they wouldn’t have to cater to my needs.
Suicide was looking like a very good idea at this moment, when I walked through a blank patch. Startled by this I looked around, Edward and the rest of the family studying me as I did so. I was surrounded by students so why was it that in this spot I couldn’t feel any emotions at all. It was a blank area and I could feel my muscles relaxing. I couldn’t feel the overload of feelings here it was as if they had been wiped out of this one spot.
“Jazz we’re going to be late for class” grabbing my hand, Alice pulled me out of the spot and the overwhelming feeling of pain and anguish washed over me again. The urge to run, to kill or die took over as Alice guided me to our first class, glaring at something behind me. I didn’t turn to look, I suppose I would have if it hadn’t have been for the flooding in my brain, the thoughts of never knowing what had caused that stillness tormenting me as we sat in first class.
I didn’t pass through that blank sheet for the rest of the day and soon it slipped my mind completely as I fought against siding with my urges and giving into temptation. Suicide was looking like a very good plan.
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It's still short but once the two meet, they should start getting longer on my part.Love,
Devon