Note to readers: I attempted this story when I was a freshman in high school. Life got busy and the story hit the back burner. As I look at the story that I posted back in 2008, I absolutely hate it. I have grown so much as a writer since then and wanted to try this story again. So, here is the new and improved version. I hope that you enjoy.
Every since that horrid day the Volutri came for us, I always had this horrible feeling that something was going to happen. Something out of my control. But I never knew what it was. So, I kept the feeling to myself for the longest time, but this morning, that feeling came back even stronger than ever. To distract myself, I started to write, about anything and everything, just to keep my mind off of the feeling. I was so caught up in my writing that I did not even hear the front door open. "Bella," Alice called out as she entered the door, "Can you come down here?" I grudgingly agreed as I figured she wanted something. However, when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw one of the worst things anybody ever can in a lifetime, let alone an eternal lifetime. Lying prone on the pristine white couch was Edward as still as a lifeless animal.
I rushed down the rest of the stairs and fell onto Edwards's body, my body heaving with great sobs as I cried tears that would never come. As soon as the rest of the family hard the commotion in the living room, they came to investigate what it was all about. "Alice, what the hell happened out there?" I shrieked at her, so furious that I was about ready to hurt anyone who came close to Edward, even if his or her intentions were good.
"To be honest, I don't know Bella. One minute I am out hunting, finishing off a mountain lion and the next Edward is stumbling through the brush, hardly able to walk." The sadness in her voice was heartbreaking. She blamed herself for what had happened to Edward and could not get over it. The sad thing was, that I was glad she felt that way. My husband was seriously injured due to her not protecting his back and I turned a cold shoulder on her when she needed me most.
She tired to speak again and offer an apology, but I cut her off snarling orders at the rest of the family. "Emmett, go find Carlisle, tell him that there has been an emergency at home and that I need him right away. Esme, get me a blanket. I can't stand to see him this vulnerable." I was about to snarl another order, but couldn't. I knew that this was my entire fault. I had a feeing that something was going to happen and I should have gone with them to make sure that nothing did happen. I slowly stood and turned to face Alice. The words that came next surprised everyone in the room. "Alice, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't blame you. This is my entire fault. I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen and I should have gone with. How could I have ever been so stu…."
Before I could finish that last sentence, Alice cut me off by slapping me across the face. She was furious, but also extremely shocked, that I could ever think that this was my fault. "How cold you think that!" She screamed at me. "How could you ever think that this was your fault? Edward is capable of taking care of himself. If you were there, he would have been more concerned about your safety rather than his own."
I was going to say something to Alice when Emmett walked through the door shouting, "Carlisle won't be able to come home for at least another three hours. He is right in the middle of an important surgery." He stopped when he noticed what was going on in the room. "I just interrupted something, didn't I?" He queried. When no responded to his question, in a sing-song voice he sang "Ak-ward….."
"Seriously, three hours. Did you tell him what happened? Did you tell him Edward was hurt? Did You?" I was hysterical by the end of my short rant directed mainly at Emmett. It was just so frustrating that there was nothing I could do to help. All I could do was lash out at the person closest to me, and, unfortunately, that person just happened to be Emmett. I started to violently pound my clenched fists into Emmett's strong chest. It took Esme, Rose, Alice, and Jasper to pull me off of Emmett so that Jasper could get me to calm down. I knew that if I had to wait three hours for Carlisle to get home, that it would be a long afternoon of panic and worry.
