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This
was
the
wrong
place
to
have
come
.
I
should
have
known
,
but
where
else
was
there
to
go
?
The
forest
was
deep
green
and
far
too
much
like
the
scene
in
last
night
’
s
dream
to
allow
for
peace
of
mind
.
Now
that
there
was
no
longer
the
sound
of
my
soggy
footsteps
,
the
silence
was
piercing
.
The
birds
were
quiet
,
too
,
the
drops
increasing
in
frequency
,
so
it
must
be
raining
above
.
The
ferns
stood
higher
than
my
head
,
now
that
I
was
seated
,
and
I
knew
someone
could
walk
by
on
the
path
,
three
feet
away
,
and
not
see
me
.
Here
in
the
trees
it
was
much
easier
to
believe
the
absurdities
that
embarrassed
me
indoors
.
Nothing
had
changed
in
this
forest
for
thousands
of
years
,
and
all
the
myths
and
legends
of
a
hundred
different
lands
seemed
much
more
likely
in
this
green
haze
than
they
had
in
my
clear
-
cut
bedroom
.
I
forced
myself
to
focus
on
the
two
most
vital
questions
I
had
to
answer
,
but
I
did
so
unwillingly
.
First
,
I
had
to
decide
if
it
was
possible
that
what
Jacob
had
said
about
the
Cullens
could
be
true
.
Immediately
my
mind
responded
with
a
resounding
negative
.
It
was
silly
and
morbid
to
entertain
such
ridiculous
notions
.
But
what
,
then
?
I
asked
myself
.
There
was
no
rational
explanation
for
how
I
was
alive
at
this
moment
.
I
listed
again
in
my
head
the
things
I
’
d
observed
myself
:
the
impossible
speed
and
strength
,
the
eye
color
shifting
from
black
to
gold
and
back
again
,
the
inhuman
beauty
,
the
pale
,
frigid
skin
.
And
more
-
small
things
that
registered
slowly
-
how
they
never
seemed
to
eat
,
the
disturbing
grace
with
which
they
moved
.
And
the
way
be
sometimes
spoke
,
with
unfamiliar
cadences
and
phrases
that
better
fit
the
style
of
a
turn
-
of
-
the
-
century
novel
than
that
of
a
twenty
-
first
-
century
classroom
.
He
had
skipped
class
the
day
we
’
d
done
blood
typing
.
He
hadn
’
t
said
no
to
the
beach
trip
till
he
heard
where
we
were
going
.
He
seemed
to
know
what
everyone
around
him
was
thinking
.
.
.
except
me
.
He
had
told
me
he
was
the
villain
,
dangerous
.
.
.
Could
the
Cullens
be
vampires
?
Well
,
they
were
something
.
Something
outside
the
possibility
of
rational
justification
was
taking
place
in
front
of
my
incredulous
eyes
.
Whether
it
be
Jacob
’
s
cold
ones
or
my
own
superhero
theory
,
Edward
Cullen
was
not
.
.
.
human
.
He
was
something
more
.
So
then
-
maybe
.
That
would
have
to
be
my
answer
for
now
.
