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1918
Edward's POV
September 17th, 1918, Chicago, Illnois
'That was an odd dream,' I thought as I dressed for the day, I was meeting a young woman that Father had set up for me to marry. Oh, how I despised the routine of having tea with everybody in town. Mother keeps telling him to leave me alone, saying that I would find the right woman on my own. But Father keeps insisting, so we don't argue with him. Today was different though, I could hear mother in the kitchen fixing breakfast. As I walked downstairs I glanced into Father's study to find it empty, 'Hmm, I wonder where Father is,' I thought. 'I'll go ask Mother.' I paused at the Kitchen door frowning, "Mother, where's Father?" She turned around, her bronze hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, I saw her eyes were red, she had been crying. "Oh I'm sorry Edward, but your father was taken ill last night after work and he's at the hospital." Confused, I went up to her, hugged her, then asked,"What does he have?" "Spanish influzena, the doctors say it is spreading around. I have relieved the servants of their duty to take care of their own sick," Mother replied. " Here's your breakfast." She handed me a plate of food that looked unappealing for some reason since was my favorite meal. I went to the dining room and sat down, waiting for Mother to come and sit as we normally do. Ten minutes later, she came in to find out I had only eaten half of my breakfast. "Edward, are you feeling well?" She placed her hand upon my forehead, then shook her head. "I do hope your not getting what dear Eddie has." "I'm fine, Mother," I replied. " I'm not as hungry." Mother nodded.
For the rest of the day I mostly played the piano or sat in the library reading my favorite books, but somehow it felt cold and dead in the house without Father. At four o'clock, Mother came in to tell me that the young woman I was to have tea with was also taken ill. " I guess I'll retire to my room for tonight, I suggest you do the same, " She requested, turning to go upstairs. I followed soon after her, and went to bed. About one o'clock in the morning, I heard a sound of someone being sick. I ran to my parents room to find my mother bent over the wash basin vomiting. " Mother!" I cried "Let me help you!" I ignored her weak shoves at me and helped her up to her bed all the while keeping the basin in front of her just in case. " Edward, I need you to go get the carriage ready," she instructed in a weak voice. " You have to take me to the hospital where your father is." I shook my head, " I-I, alright. Can you stay here until I came you get you?" She nodded. I managed to do everything Mother had requested in less time than normal. It was around 2:30 in the morning when we reached the hospital. I picked Mother up and carried her to the door, banged on it with my foot and barged in. "Can someone help me?" I half shouted. Within ten seconds the orderlys came rushing to us with a gurney. I quickly out my mother on it and helped the orderlys rush her to the nearest doctor, who in turn, checked over her, then turned to me and said," I'm sorry Mr. Masen, but I believe your mother has been taken ill with the flu that everybody has. As a caution, I would suggest that you pack your things, and leave Chicago as soon as possible." He then wheeled my mother to another room while I stood frozen in shock.
As I drove back to the house, I thought of everything that happen within two days before my eighteenth birthday, and that I would probably not be enrolling into the army anytime soon. 'There goes normality,' I thought as I unlocked the front door. Since Father was ill, I was now the master of the house, and one servant had stayed behind to help with me since she did not have any family in town. " Lena, you need to go home," I said. She shook her head," I'm sorry Master Edward, but Mistress Elizabeth needed my help with your father being ill." Lena was my favorite of all the servants, she was always honest, because right then I doubled over in pain coughing until my chest felt like it was going to explode. " Edward!," Lena cried, and I had a sudden sense of deja vu, except it was backwards. With inhuman speed, Lena had the carriage ready and me in it in about five minutes. It turned out I had the illness for twenty four hours, but the symptoms had not developed yet. Then it hit with full force with the stress of my parents dying. And now I was dying along with them.
A/N: This is my first 'Twilight' fanfic so please be patient with me. Also I have updated the story.
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