(PLEASE READ A/N VERY IMPORTANT! OR AT LEAST THE LAST THREE SENTENCES ARE)
Hi people! Sorry I haven't been on for a while, but I lost internet and cable for almost all of august :( So during that time I had to watch all of our movies a million times, and after a while I just watched Coraline and twilight mostly, and then one night, after I had just watch twilight and fell asleep watching Coraline, I had a dream where edward was in coraline's place and he was the one trying to escape the other mother. And when I woke up I really really wanted to type it up! Only, I can't exactly have the other mother set the same performances for edward because I don't think a seventeen year old boy would enjoy a mouse circus or a garden that looks like him when he looks down on it. Right now I only have one idea of what the other mother could do for edward. But I'm open for more idea's, so if you guys have any, let me know okay? PLEASE.
The rain pelted down hard and fast, the water in the not so bottomless well raised higher and higher. Loose pebbles and clumps of dirt shook free from the walls, bumping against the large rock wrapped in a pale blue blanket. An especially sharp pebble scraped across the the thin string that kept the blanket closed, and the little black key was cut loose. It floated on top of the water as it continued to rise until it reached and overflowed from the top of the well. The key was swooshed up by the large flow of the flood, carrying it toward the thick bushes. A branch caught one of the holes in the button key, and thats where the key stayed, merely swishing back and forth as the water brushed against it.
And to think, it had only been a week since little Coraline Jones had dropped it in that well.
14 YEARS LATER
Carlisle and Esme were chatting about in the front of the car, excited about the new house. Emmett and Rose wanted to try and live by themselves for a while, promising that they would visit at least once or twice a week, and Jasper had offered Alice a two month long trip to Paris for her birthday. So that just left me. "Edward hun, you haven't said a word all day." Esme said, looking back at me. I gave her a reasuring smile, "I know. I just can't wait to finally get out of the car and stretch my legs." We'd been driving for hours, and though vampires don't get aches or cramps, we do get impatient when sitting for too long sometimes. Carlisle chuckled, "We're almost there. Just five more minutes alright? Then the owners offered to give you a quick tour since you never got to see the house." he said, turning onto a bumpy road. I nodded and leaned my head against the window. Actually I had seen the house, just not the inside. Esme was thinking about it when she'd come home after first seeing 'The Pink Palace'. The owners were a young couple, a woman in her late twenties with light brown eyes, shoulder length blue hair, pale skin, and had freckles on her cheeks. I believe her name was Coraline Jones. I'm not sure if the man was her husband or boyfriend but he'd inheritated the Pink Palace from his grandmother after she'd passed away. He was dark skinned with brown eyes and crazy curly brown hair. Carlisle and Esme said he liked to be called Wybie. Short for Wyborn I think.
As Carlisle promised we were soon driving by the Pink Palace sign and parked infront of a three story house, painted pink obviously. Coraline and Wybie were waiting for us outside the house, both holding umbrellas. It was raining season, and the weather forcast said that there wasn't going to be any sunny days in the near future around here. Coraline approached us with a bright smile as we got out of the car, dragging Wybie along with her, "Hi Carlisle, Emse. Was the drive okay?" she asked politely. It was nice chit-chat for the next few minutes before Coraline turned to me, "You're Edward, right?" I nodded and smiled softly at her, "Yes, sorry I didn't get to intoduce myself last time when my parents came here." I apologized. She shrugged and gestured toward the house, "Why don't you let me give you a quick tour to make up for it?" Coraline grinned, already walking up the stairs. I nodded and followed her, "Try not to were him out Coraline, the poor kid can only take so much of your stories." Wybie teased, helping Carilise with a few suitcases even though he didn't need him to. Coraline stuck her tongue out at him and continued into the house. I followed after her, setting my backback on a small table in the hall. One word came to mind as I preered into the first few rooms.
BORING.
I was only half listening as Coraline gave me the tour, telling me short stories about each room from when she'd been a little girl and lived in this house. One time she got into a foodfight with Wybie in the kitchen when they were little. In the living room Coraline had preformed her own version of Romeo and Juliete with her friends as a valentines day gift for her parents. In the room that I asumed would be mine Coraline had trained her cat how to ride a skateboard. I cracked a few smiles and chuckled every now and then, though I didn't really care. I just wanted to lay down, relax, pull out one of my books, and listen to some music. Coraline led me to a big drawing room with a fire place, small table, and an overstuffed couch. She said that there used to be a painting of a sad little blonde boy dressed in blue that was ready to cry because he'd dropped his icecream cone. Now it was a painting of New York City at night, the moon shining bright. "Hey, do you mind if I just sit down and reast my feet?" Coraline asked. I shook my head, "I don't mind, go ahead." My tour guide fell back on the couch, crossing her legs. I looked around the room blankly while she rested.
I scanned the blank wall, my hands in my pockets. Or at least at first glance it was blank. There was a small door right in the center, covered up by layers of wall paper. "Why is that door blocked off?" I said, kneeling in front of it. No knob, but I could just make out a key hole. The air was suddenly filled with tension and I looked at Coraline from over my shoulder. Her lips were pulled into a tight line as she thought, "She couldn't possibly go after him right? I got rid of the key years ago. Maybe if I'm luck that rock landed on it and broke it..." "Oh that door is nothing. Its nothing but bricks back there, so Wybie and I didn't see any reason to put the wall paper around it so we just went over it." Coraline smiled a little too brightly. I narrowed my eyes. Who was 'she', and why would 'she' go after me? And was Coraline talking about the key to the little door? "Oh." was all I said.
Well that figures. This door probably could have been the only exciting thing here.
I sighed and flopped back on my bed later that night. Coraline had left hours ago, and even after she was gone I explored the house some more, retelling myself the hyper blue haired girl's wild stories from when she'd lived here. When she was fifteen there had been a huge fire in what used to be the apartment below us, caused by the two old women who'd lived there. They'd forgotten to blow out a candle before they left to see a play and one of their countless dogs accidentally knock it over. Everyone who'd lived in the Pink house was out somewhere, so by the time Coraline and her parents came back home, the fire had burned straight through to her living room. Only two of the dogs had managed to escape, but all the others parished in the flames and the old women, Myrium and April, moved to a retirement home. That old apartment had been turned into a basement, and the door to it was in the living room where the fire had managed to burn to.
That was the only place Coraline hadn't shown me. Maybe I should just go check it out now, it had to be better than just laying here. I got out of bed and went downstairs, running my finger along the wall for no reason. It was times like these that I wished I could still sleep. I was alone with nothing to do besides read and play the piano. I'd watch tv but we don't get the cable on until next week. And I couldn't play the piano because Carlisle and Esme didn't want to disturb the man who lived in the flat above us. He moved in about a month or two ago and Coraline found him rude and wierd. But I think she just gets upset because he never pays rent on time. I've seen him walking up the stairs along the side of the house to his flat., but never actually met him.
I walked into the living room and went straight to the basement door. Maybe I'll find something worth my time down there. I flicked on the lights and walked downstairs. There were a few boxes laying around, but other than that I only saw dust and cobwebs. I explored a little bit, looking inside the boxes and pulling the sheets off of the covered furniture. Nothing interesting in the least. I sighed and turned around, but stumbled over a loose floor board. I grumbled and looked down at it. The floor board was off to the side, and it looked like someone had dug a little hole underneith.I tilted my head curiously and kneeled down, reaching my hand into the hole and pulled out a little trunk about the size of my head. Wrapped around it was layers of duct tape, chains, and a pad lock, plus the trunk itself had a lock on it. I broke the lock on the chains with ease, ripped of the duct tape, and snapped off the lock on the trunk. I opened it slowly and blinked.
It was a old and dirty little doll with black button eyes that looked exactly like me. Messy bronze hair, pale skin, a crooked smile, heck, it was even wearing the same t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers that I was wearing right then and there! The only difference was that this doll had freckles.
Carlislle told me that I'd had them while I was still human.
I stared at the little me and wanted oh so badly to put it back in the trunk and lock it away, but at the same time something inside of me wouldn't let me. Questions ran through my mind. Why was this doll here? Why did it look just like me? Was this some kind of sick prank? Who made this doll? Why did the make it?
"Edward?" Carlisle called from upstairs. I got up, still holding my look alike, and went back up to the living it was one of the very first things Carlisle noticed, "What's that?" he asked. I shrugged, "I found it in the basement." Carlisle frowned and motioned for me to give it to him. I held out the little me and Carlisle took it, "It looks like you when you were human. Thats strange." he mused, "I wonder who made this...?" I sat in the chair, "Maybe it was one of Emmett's pranks. He probably came here after you checked the place out and hid it where he knew I would find it just to freak me out." I chuckled and gave me the doll back, "That sounds like something he would do. Besides, no one outside of the family knows what you looked like as a human." Right?
The rest of the night went by quickly, and I spent the entire time laying next my my little look alike and staring at a picture of my mother and father. Not Esme and Carlisle, but my real parents, Elizabeth Mason and Edward Sr. Masen. Carlisle got it for me before we left Chicago when I was changed. He knew my parents very well, so I always asked him as many quetions about my parents as I could think of so that I don't forget about them.
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Almost a week had passed since we moved into the Pink Palace. Carlisle, Esme and I have spent most of our time together and Coraline enjoyed visiting as often as she could, so I wasn't completely bored the entire time. But tonight Carlisle and Esme had agreed to go with Coraline and Wybie to a movie for a double date, so I was alone again. Sort of. I still had my little me that I carried around, though I kept it up in my room when we had guests over. No need for word to go around that the new kid carries around a doll that looks like himself.
After they were gone I got bored and put on a sweatshirt for show and went outside. I found a nice little spot near a pond out back in the woods were I liked to read, so I packed my backpack with books and brought it with me. My minni friend was tucked away in there as well.
"Hey kid!" Someone called from above. I stopped in front of the stone steps and looked up at Garrett Frank, that man from the top flat. He was thirty four years old and stood a good five feet taller than me. His sandy brown hair was long when I first saw him, covering his hazel eyes, but it looked like he got it trimmed, though he still had a bit of peach fuzz on his chin and above his lip. Garrett walked downstairs and came over to me, "You're that Edward kid, right?" he grunted, his hands shoved into his tattered jean pockets. I nodded slowly, "Yes sir." He nodded his head back toward the house, "Come with me kid. I want to show ya somethin'." and without waitingfor permission to enter, Garrett walked into my flat. I sighed and followed after him. Aw well, if he tried to steel something or attack me I would have him down in a milisecond.
"Have you opened the door?" Garrett asked, turning to me when we were standing in the hall. I frowned, "What door?" Garrett went into the drawing room, again without my permission, and pulled his hand out of his pocket. In his hand was a little black key with a button on the end of it, and in the other hand he held a pocket knife. I narrowed my eyes, "Look, you can't just come in here and-" my words fell on deaf ears aparrently, and Garrett used the pocket knife to cut through the wall paper around the edges of the little door that Coraline said led to nothing but brick. garrett smirked and stuck the key into the keywhole, breaking through the wall paper, and turned it.
The door clicked!
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