Am I a fool for trying to save my self from further agony? I can only think of how stupid I am as I drive down the road. I know that Micah is staring at me from the back seat. Sometimes I wish he wasn't so intellectual for a five año old.
"Why are we running away?" His face is quiet,questionable. I don't answer him but know that he is still waiting for an response.
"Were not running away." I finally say after sometime of thought.
"Isn't that what they call it?" He says with his sweet little voice.
"Yes." I murmur. I look back and see him nod his head and close his eyes.
I turn back to the road and lean into my seat. I hadn't even thought about the fact that my parents don't know Jake is alive.
And the más I sit here and think, I suddenly realize that I was about to marry the monster who murdered my husband.
I'm stupid. That is the only word that can describe me now.
I look at the clock and notice that we've been driving for ten hours. We crossed the Washington border which means only a few más hours until we get there.
I need to pull over and get some food, but I almost want to just keep going to see if he's there. If he is dead, I don't know if I could handle it. But I shouldn't be thinking like this.
I look over and notice a small little cena, comedor on the side of the road. I get off the highway and pull into the parking lot.
"Micah." I say quietly as I stop the car.
"What?" He rubs his eyes sleepily.
"We're going to get some dinner." He starts to unbuckle and so do I. We get out of the car, and he grabs my hand as we walk into the restaurant.
The walls are made of logs and the floor is covered in maní, cacahuete shells and cigarette buds.
It smells like whiskey and smoke, and I know Micah is surprised por the atmosphere, because he tightens his grip on my hand.
There is a bar in the front as tu enter and a pool hall to the left, along with a elevated platform with tables on it to the right.
A woman who's leathered skin makes her look about fifty, even though she is probably younger, walks towards us with a light cigarette in her right hand.
"Can I help you?" Her voice is raspy, and cold.
She looks us up and down, grabs a menu, and walks towards the platform with the tables on it.
She doesn't turn back, but I know she wants us to follow her so she can get back to her cigarette.
"Why are we running away?" His face is quiet,questionable. I don't answer him but know that he is still waiting for an response.
"Were not running away." I finally say after sometime of thought.
"Isn't that what they call it?" He says with his sweet little voice.
"Yes." I murmur. I look back and see him nod his head and close his eyes.
I turn back to the road and lean into my seat. I hadn't even thought about the fact that my parents don't know Jake is alive.
And the más I sit here and think, I suddenly realize that I was about to marry the monster who murdered my husband.
I'm stupid. That is the only word that can describe me now.
I look at the clock and notice that we've been driving for ten hours. We crossed the Washington border which means only a few más hours until we get there.
I need to pull over and get some food, but I almost want to just keep going to see if he's there. If he is dead, I don't know if I could handle it. But I shouldn't be thinking like this.
I look over and notice a small little cena, comedor on the side of the road. I get off the highway and pull into the parking lot.
"Micah." I say quietly as I stop the car.
"What?" He rubs his eyes sleepily.
"We're going to get some dinner." He starts to unbuckle and so do I. We get out of the car, and he grabs my hand as we walk into the restaurant.
The walls are made of logs and the floor is covered in maní, cacahuete shells and cigarette buds.
It smells like whiskey and smoke, and I know Micah is surprised por the atmosphere, because he tightens his grip on my hand.
There is a bar in the front as tu enter and a pool hall to the left, along with a elevated platform with tables on it to the right.
A woman who's leathered skin makes her look about fifty, even though she is probably younger, walks towards us with a light cigarette in her right hand.
"Can I help you?" Her voice is raspy, and cold.
She looks us up and down, grabs a menu, and walks towards the platform with the tables on it.
She doesn't turn back, but I know she wants us to follow her so she can get back to her cigarette.
hola twi-fans, after seeing New Moon in theaters we all want 2 see it again right? well now there is a release fecha for the New Moon DVD: March 24, 2010!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is the prediction fecha not an official one, it is positive that it will be released early 2010. it is dicho that it may be early cuz of the demand!!!!!!! right now some sites have New Moon available for pre-order!!!! so as of today-November 26, 2009-we have 119 days till New Moon is on DVD!!! oh and 217 days till Eclipse is in theaters!!!!
Preface
I had done it, all of it.
All of which I never wanted to do.
I had hurt her.
I had risked her life....again....
I had made her suffer.
I had caused her enough pain to last an eternity.
And here I was, getting ready to do give here more pain, getting ready to do what I always wanted and never wanted to do.
I took a deep breath, and the scent of her blood burned my throat like white hot knifes, though I did not have any urge to drink it.
Yes….This just proves it, I am a monster. How could I even think about my thirst when she was suffering because of me?
Because of me…yes, it’s entirely my fault.
I ignored the throbbing in my throat and injected the venom straight into her heart...the corazón which will stop beating soon, the corazón which was the reason for me to live, the corazón which she had dado to me to keep seguro just like how I had dado her my silent heart, because of my selfishness, it was going to stop beating.....forever.
I had done it, all of it.
All of which I never wanted to do.
I had hurt her.
I had risked her life....again....
I had made her suffer.
I had caused her enough pain to last an eternity.
And here I was, getting ready to do give here more pain, getting ready to do what I always wanted and never wanted to do.
I took a deep breath, and the scent of her blood burned my throat like white hot knifes, though I did not have any urge to drink it.
Yes….This just proves it, I am a monster. How could I even think about my thirst when she was suffering because of me?
Because of me…yes, it’s entirely my fault.
I ignored the throbbing in my throat and injected the venom straight into her heart...the corazón which will stop beating soon, the corazón which was the reason for me to live, the corazón which she had dado to me to keep seguro just like how I had dado her my silent heart, because of my selfishness, it was going to stop beating.....forever.
Okay so I was just looking through my pictures, and I found this:
I can't remember where I got it from (possibly edwardandbella.com?) but I just thought it as really interesting.
I mean look how small Alice is, when the book says she's small I didn't think she'd be that much smaller than Bella.
And look how tall Jacob is...hmm maybe he would win in a fight against Edward...maybe not, Edward is good at everything afterall.
So anyway, I just thought it would be useful for people who have trouble picturing the characters heights -like me :).
Tell me what tu think- does it help at all??
I can't remember where I got it from (possibly edwardandbella.com?) but I just thought it as really interesting.
I mean look how small Alice is, when the book says she's small I didn't think she'd be that much smaller than Bella.
And look how tall Jacob is...hmm maybe he would win in a fight against Edward...maybe not, Edward is good at everything afterall.
So anyway, I just thought it would be useful for people who have trouble picturing the characters heights -like me :).
Tell me what tu think- does it help at all??