Best Dream Ever

Here is a dream I had a few night ago, and it will be the first Twilight related post. YAY!

I was walking through the woods, making lots of noise. A cold hand held mine tightly. I looked up and was shocked that it was Edward. Edward Cullen. He looked exactly like I always imagined him (i.e How he looks in the movie, which is good.) He smiled when he saw the surprise on my face. Before I could get hypnotized by his golden eyes, he looked away and said in a low voice, the smile still upon his lips 'We're here.' He went in front of me, and pulled me along by the hand.

We stepped out of the trees onto a big, flat rock circle. The forest surrounded one half of the circle, but the other half was a sheer drop. And it was beautiful. We were so high up. You could see forever. We walked into the middle of the circle, hand in hand. I dropped his and proceeded closer to the edge. I was about 3 steps away from the edge when I felt two cold, strong arms wrap themselves around my waist, and I heard his velvet voice in my ear. "Silly. So silly. We don't want you to fall now, do we?" and then I felt his lips in my hair. I closed my eyes, content, and he started to tell me a story. I don't remember what about. I do remember how tight he held me though. And how velvety his voice sounded.

My eyes were still closed by the time the story was finished. Suddenly his voice was excited. "Do you trust me?" "Mmhmm." I murmured back, my eyes still closed. Suddenly I was moving. When my eyes flashed open, I was hanging. Hanging off the cliff. The only thing keeping me from falling was him. I looked down, and immediately felt sick to my stomach. It was so far. 200 feet at least. He let go of one of my hands, and I responded by screaming. "Do you trust me?" he asked again, his eyes smoldering. I gulped and nodded. "Then let go." he said, his voice soft. Panic filled my entire body. He saw it in my eyes. "It's OK," he whispered, his voice just barely audible. "I won't let anything happen to you." His eyes were smoldering again. I couldn't help but trust him. I scrunched my eyes shut, and with as much courage as I could manage I said 'OK," my voice breaking. "Keep your eyes open." I reluctantly opened them slowly. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded, not trusting what would come out of my mouth if I opened it.

And I was falling. I forced myself to keep my eyes open. It was amazing. I felt like I was flying, flying downwards, but still flying. I couldn't even feel sick to my stomach, seeing as it had been left at the top of the cliff, and was following behind me, slowly.

And then I saw him. He was falling too, beside me. He caught my eye and winked. Suddenly the ground was much closer. I would hit it in less then 10 seconds. I screamed his name, and next thing I knew, I was in his arms. He cradled me like a small child. I grabbed onto him with all of my strength, and he chuckled. Then we were on the ground. It was like there was no impact; I didn't feel, or hear, a thing. He gently released himself from my hold, and put me on the ground. Finally my stomach caught up with me, but it was to late to feel sick. He held my hands, and looked down at me, his lips pulling up into his crooked smile. My heart melted, and next thing I knew his lips were on mine.
Then I woke up, to the sound of my mum yelling "Hanna! Get up! Take the dog out!" I groaned, and grudgingly got up, cursing her and the dog to the deepest pits of hell.

Running Away

The other night, I came home from a movie, and was upset. What was I upset about? I have no idea. And I still don't know, even after thinking about it for some while.
Anyways, I told my mum I was walking around the block. (I like to walk when my emotions are all crazy, it calms me down) She looked at me suspiciously, and said "No. It's late and you are scantily dressed." I looked down at my blue and white striped tank top and jeans. Perfectly normal. "Fine, I'll put on a sweater then." And went in with a slam of the door, grabbing my sweater, and proceeded back outside, telling my mum I would only be 2 minutes, tears welling up in my eyes for some unknown reason as the gravel crunched beneath my feet.

I turned the corner sharply, and walked, my head down, staring at my feet. Suddenly I needed to run. I had to. I just felt it. I had to move faster. I had to get away. I broke into a run, looking up from my feet to the empty street ahead of me. I ran faster. I turned the next corner and kept on running. I heard a loud truck beside me, and an annoying voice yelling:'Run faster! Run faster!'
I payed no attention, and just kept going. I swiveled around the next corner, almost running into an elderly woman. I didn't even pause to say sorry.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I ran faster. My breath was coming in gasps. My vision impaired by the tears streaming down my face. I pushed myself harder, sure my feet were going as fast as they possibly could. It hurt. But I pushed. I turned the last corner and tried to go even faster, trying to get away. But from what?

When my house was in sight, I came to an abrupt stop. My breathing so loud, I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear it. I sank down to the sidewalk, and sat on the edge, trying to reclaim my breath, and get a hold of my ever flowing tears. It worked. As my breathing slowed, the tears dried. I got a grip on myself, and when I was sure I was back to normal (on the outside) I walked the rest of the way home slowly. My mum eyes me curiously as I walked past her and into the house.

--Only today did I realize what I had been running from... I had been running from myself. Trying to get away from the person that disgusted me. That fake person. That annoying person. That person who was pretending to be someone who she wasn't. And It worked, she still hasn't caught me, not yet. So if I seem different, that would be why. It's because I'm real. Finally.