Painful past of a beautiful girl….
i don't own twilight. the character's are SM's creation. i am just unleashing my imagination
She wasn't like anybody he had ever seen. The way she moved, the way she smiled clenched his heart. In a simple jeans and t-shirt she looked like an angel sent down on earth. Maybe she is…, he thought. Her brown eyes were staring far away, seeing the things he was sure nobody in the park did. Her brown hair was flying against the wind. There was no hint of make-up on her face. Her cheeks were unusually pale. Almost white. He was sure that the sweater she was wearing did nothing to the cold wind. It didn't seem to affect her but it did affect him. He sat there, keeping a little distance from his angel.
That was what Edward Cullen did every Saturday at 4 O' clock in the evening, whenever he wasn't busy. What he had been doing for the last two years. He watched his angel. But he never approached her. It was not only the look on the angel's face that stop him but also the ghost of his past that lay deep buried inside him – something he would never admit. Isabella swan that was his angel's name. Innocent and pure. But she liked to be called Bella. She was a doctor in Chicago City Hospital. It was an ironic chemistry. She saved live and he ended it.
Her parents were divorced. Her father lived in forks and her mother in Arizona with her new husband. He knew everything about her. But he never approached her. It was not that he didn't want to; he just didn't want to mess things up. If she knew who he was she would run away. She would fear him. So, instead of wanting more, he just sat there and watched her.
At exactly 5 pm, for home. She lived at the 17th street in her own apartment, with her friend Rosalie. He had once followed her. Seeing a car following her, she had panicked that day, so he never repeated it again. Now that she had left he decided that it was time now to carry on with is business. He would come here again next Saturday at four to watch his angel.
She didn't fear death now. She used to once. But now she looked in death's eyes every day. It had been a long day. The hospital had paged her even though it was her day off. There had been an accident and there were too much patients, so she had to go. But luckily they had let her go by 3 pm. She was glad to be in the park. She came here every Saturday to take her mind of things. This park reminded her of the happier days she had spent with … him. She didn't exactly know who 'him' was, but she did wonder. She dreamed of him every night. He and those dreams were her only rescuer in the dark days of her life. You try to find happiness even in your dreams when you have a monster for a father and a mother who cannot stand for herself.
She didn't want to tell anybody about her dreams – they were not her to share. They were Marie and Anthony's. The coincidence was that the girl looked exactly like Bella. Many would have gone crazy but for Bella it was like a boon. She could believe that somebody loved her. Anthony loved her. Anthony was beautiful. She was sure he was not more than seventeen. His eyes were an amazing shade of dark green and his hair was reddish brown. She had often seen Marie and Edward together in a park, holding hands and murmuring I love you to each other. She wished she had a relationship like that. She had tried to but they didn't work out the way they should. Maybe she was expecting something she would never find. Maybe I'll die alone…., she thought.
should i write more?