[Twilight] Bright sunshine

I don't know that I can still wake up. This is not the first time I opened my eyes from the hospital, but it is definitely the most unexpected awakening.

I was even more at a loss than when I was reborn.

"Charlie?" I tilted my head and looked at the person sitting next to me with difficulty. He looked very bad, and he didn't have the spirit of Officer Swann at all.His hair was disheveled and his shirt was sloppy and baggy.

"Is it better now?" Charlie held my hand warmly and firmly. His bearded face was haggard, and the dark circles under his eyes made him look like he had been up for days and nights.

"It's okay, I'm okay Charlie." I moved my fingers, but found that I had no strength at all. I was also sad to see Charlie's gloomy face. I tried to comfort him, but I could only repeat in a low voice: "It's nothing at all." ,I am fine."

When Charlie saw me like this, he was even more sad, and said hoarsely: "You almost couldn't wake up, Claire. Fortunately, there is enough blood in the blood bank in the hospital. The doctor said that you lost too much blood and you were shot in the shoulder. Crack, luckily you survived until the rescue team arrived. I can't believe it, I almost lost you."

His fear was so real, sadness crept between his furrowed brows.

bullet?

Didn't I get bitten?

"What's going on?" I still have a hose stuck in my nose, and the hard hospital bed with railings makes me uncomfortable.This kind of discomfort stimulated me to wake up to some extent, knowing that this was not a dream.

"A student rushed into the university library with a pistol and shot and killed everyone there. You happened to be in the library at the time, and you were the only one who survived. You were lucky. The gangsters didn't know you were alive. Pass you." When Charlie spoke, there was an uncontrollable anger on his face, he really hated that crazy murderer.

"Pistols? What about the gangsters?" I was in a trance again, the huge library vault, the scalding sunlight, the scattered books, and the cold embrace.Like a broken chain, it was messy in my chaotic thoughts.

Charlie's voice began to be distant, muffled as if through glass, with a suppressed sadness.

"He committed suicide. I negotiated with the Seattle police department and retrieved the information of that damned bastard. He was also a student at the school. The preliminary investigation may be a depressive and out-of-control behavior caused by a broken relationship."

Charlie's words became a kind of hypnosis, making me think it was real.A student broke into the campus, stormed the library, and killed everyone but me...alive.

No, something seems wrong.

With my eyes open, I looked at the snow-white ceiling above the hospital, out of focus.The memory became clear, with a kind of cold emptiness and floating, which didn't give me a sense of substance, but it made me almost out of breath, and my heart was throbbing and aching because of the excessive intensity.

The medical monitoring equipment next to him suddenly screamed in a mess, not knowing which part of the body exceeded the warning ring mark.

Charlie yelled, "Claire, what's wrong with you, doctor!"

I jumped up from the bed, grabbed Charlie's clothes tightly, and shouted in horror and anger: "No, there are no bullets and I'm not a student. Charlie, it's a vampire. It's a vampire who killed them. They are all dead and strangled." Broken neck."

Blood gushed out of my wrist, the wound caused by the excessive movement and the infusion tube inserted in the blood vessel was ripped off.But I can't feel the pain anymore, I only have anger, doubts, and I am so excited that I must have an outlet to vent.

"Claire, calm down."

As if frightened by the blood on my hand, Charlie pressed me back to the hospital bed without even thinking about it.I gasped in surprise. He used the method of suppressing the prisoner, which was completely habitual and reflexive.The doctor and the angel in the white coat just rushed in from the outside and took over Charlie's work in a busy and orderly manner. The doctor also said reproachfully, "Mr. Charlie Swan, you can't treat patients like this."

The rest I never had a chance to hear clearly, and my over-riotism quickly turned into drug-switched sleepiness.But I still murmured to myself forcefully, "The prisoner is a vampire, the prisoner is a vampire, yes..."

No one would take my word for it, as I assured the Cullens, that at Forks, Claire, friendless, was nothing more than a paranoid loner.

When I was a child, I was immersed in the fantasy of ghost books many times. I used those terrible ghost stories to deceive many poor children. They are so soft and easy to deceive, like a blank sheet of paper.It seems like a childish game to me, but for people in Forks Town, Claire's bad habit of lying has become a natural consensus.And for those classmates who were scared to cry by me when they were young and went to school with me when they grew up, I have long been like a lonely witch.

Even Charlie will comfort me, but he will not believe any of the truths about non-human legends that come out of my mouth.

His trust in me stays in reality, for my non-real part, he will understand and tolerate but will not take it seriously.

This is the Twilight Zone, where vampires are taken for granted, a reality I didn't realize until the end of the real darkness.

The pain that followed the injury was a clear and excruciating experience, and my body began to run high with fever as the wound struggled to heal itself.Charlie asked for leave to accompany me, but he is a big man after all, and it is often inconvenient for me who has grown up and regards me as my own daughter.

I have felt his clumsy footsteps walking back and forth outside my hospital bed, he must be debating whether to wipe my body, poor uncle.

Bella came with him, and while they were traveling in Los Angeles, California, they got a call that something had happened to me.I really want to say that it really interrupted the rare reunion time of their father and daughter. If it weren't for me, they would definitely be taking photos with passing stars or their handprints on Hollywood Boulevard.

"Claire, don't worry, you'll be fine." Bella unconsciously chose the same comfort method as Charlie, using their warm hand to hold mine tightly to convey warmth.

I haven't seen her in almost two years, but Bella hasn't changed much.It's just that her body began to pump up due to puberty, and her femininity awakened in her, and she became fairer and more silent.Her brown hair is thick and smooth, and often falls gently under her shoulders, like a long river in the evening.

My only response was to squeeze back harder, longing for a little warmth to keep me going, when the wound was so painful that I couldn't sleep at night and even medicine couldn't help.

"Bella, thank you." I thanked her when I was more awake.Although she is still a little girl under 16 years old, she has to bear the burden of taking care of a patient.

Bella often frowned when she thanked me. She didn't seem to be able to deal with such obvious kindness from others.In the end, she helped me wipe my sweat off my body with gentle and appropriate movements. She let her smooth long brown hair cover the side of her face, and responded softly: "Thank you, too, for taking care of Charlie when my mother and I were away."

I couldn't help laughing out loud, Charlie's ability to survive is always a concern at times.I looked at Bella's fair face. She was very beautiful. I felt so from the first time I saw her. The soft face lines and clean eyes are more in line with my Chinese aesthetics.I winked at her and corrected her, "You're going to call him Daddy, Bella."

Sometimes Bella always forgets that Charlie must prefer her calling him Daddy to calling him by his first name.

The school shooting caused a great commotion. Gun associations, politicians and people who support gun control fought a meeting again. When you turn on the TV, you can see various protests and reports.On the contrary, I, a survivor, lived very quietly. The police in Seattle once came to me once to perform routine interrogation duties. A middle-aged policeman who seemed to be an old acquaintance with Charlie showed me a photo to identify him. He was a young man with short black hair and a puffy body.

I don't know this guy, and don't even know if he was one of them when I was reading in the library.I looked into the indifferent and wise eyes of the policeman, and after a long silence, I said, "I don't know him."

"He's a murderer, but you won't see him again." The policeman's cold humor can make people's skin crawl, and he asked some questions, and I basically knew what to answer.

No one asked me about vampires, and no one told me that the victim was not killed by a gun, but had his neck broken, a dozen necks in two or three seconds.

And this "murderer" that I will never see in the future is actually not a murderer at all.

Others will regard me as a lunatic, a psychopath who has suffered a huge trauma and left a terrible mental illness.Charlie would be in trouble, and so would I.Even if I really want to grab the collar of this sensible-looking policeman, jump up and roar: "I said it's a vampire, do you understand, the evil scientific superstition you think can be done in this ghost world that wears novels?" Does it make sense? Don’t take photos of innocent passers-by to fool the only survivor, it’s a vampire, a vampire, a damn vampire!”

Well, all of the above can only be thought about.In the end, I watched the police leave with a pale face and grinning. What can I do?I said I was bitten on the shoulder, but it was actually a bullet grazed wound, thanks to the fake bastard for being so kind and not putting the bullet in my body?Oh, it's unscientific that I'm still alive.

I couldn't help screaming at the ceiling and the hard bed of the hospital. I felt like I was going crazy. The believer I had been with for many years was a vampire, and every time I met, there were corpses everywhere.

I'm going to pour holy water and sprinkle garlic over his letter crucifixion.

Bella rushed in when I was yelling emotionally, and hugged me without saying a word.

Her hair still has the temperature from the outside, and the coldness of the rain makes me want to cry. I miss Fox.Here I have been insomnia, restless day and night.

Compared to years of nodding acquaintances, Bella and I have grown by leaps and bounds because of this incident.She can bear my withdrawn and gloomy psychopathy. Bella's mental maturity makes it impossible for me to treat her as a minor easily.I can no longer see her as the protagonist, she will be hooked up by a vampire... non-human.

I hate nonhumans so much I want to kill them.

"Bella, don't look for a man who can push away a moving truck with one hand in the future. That kind of strong man must have a tendency to domestic violence." I hugged her, afraid that she would drink blood with a slut in the next second The cavemen eloped.

"That's an orangutan, I don't like animals with too much hair." Bella comforted me in this way, she can bear things better than me now.Compared with dealing with me, maybe her eccentric and romantic mother made her grow up earlier.

I thought fiercely, do vampires grow beards?From today onwards, I will curse Edward every day for his long beard, long chest hair, and hair that grows like a lion's mane. You can become an orangutan. You are not human anymore anyway. You can turn into an orangutan or an orangutan in the ultimate perversion...