Flashback
"Happy Birthday!" my Mother laughed as she handed me my birthday present. I ripped it open with my short, painted that kind of bright orange that makes you crave creamsicles, nails, to reveal an acceptance letter. "It came yesterday!" she shouted happily. It was to an Ivy League school, full scholarship- including dorm. I flicked my dirty blonde hair out of my tan face, trying to focus my hazel eyes on the acceptance letter. It was dated the day before my birthday. "Wow! This is the best present ever. So what did you get me?" I joked. "It's out back."
It was a car. It was cute, a yellow jeep with a tiny little flower on the back. I screamed.
WAKE UP!
My dorm mate Bella yelled at me. "Time to get up." She said. I don't like her very much. She's kind of creepy, as is her husband who lives down the hall. She was kind of scary looking, with amber eyes and perfect white skin. "No need. I'm up." I was wearing my favorite pair of soffee-type shorts from the camp that I worked at during the summer. They were black and had the camp's name on the across them. I was wearing my cheerleading tee shirt from the regional competition, my favorite one; that had my name on it. Maybe that's how Bella knew that I was a cheerleader, because instantly she took offense to everything I did.
I grabbed my favorite stone washed jeans, and a cheery yellow tee shirt that said "Blonde is the new Hot!" from Abercrombie. I felt Bella's eyes darting at me. Her eyes criticized me. "Would you shut up?" I screamed. "I didn't say anything." Bella looked hurt. "I- I'm sorry." I groaned. I didn't mean to snap at her, but voices were one thing I couldn't control. I pulled on a pair of yellow flip-flops. My hair was still straightened from the night before, so all I had to do was push it into a ponytail. I left my bangs down for added cuteness and tried to forget about Bella's voice in my head. Then, I grabbed my small green bag that said "Pink is the New Green" and grabbed Bella's hand, dragging her out of the door.
"Why did they make the new buddy rule anyways?" I asked her as we walked on the crowded pavement. "Apparently some people are very superstitious here, and thought there were vampires here or something." Bella answered uncaringly. I muttered, too quiet for any normal person to hear, "I wish I didn't have to be buddies with you." But Bella heard it. She didn't admit it, of course, but her ear perked up, and her face drooped into a frown. "So, did you have any family back home?" I asked her kindly, trying to get her to forget about my rude (but true) comment. "Yeah." She answered uncaringly. I watched her eyes as we walked, and soon, she saw someone she knew. Her eyes lit up and looked happy. "Edward!" she yelled. Who named their kid Edward in this century?
"Hello, Isabella. Hello…" He pointed at me expectantly. "Hayden Lupus." I smiled. His eyes screamed. What's wrong with him? Then it hit me. He was scared by my last name. A lot of superstitious people were. "Oh! Don't worry! I'm not a werewolf or anything!" I laughed. Then I saw him mouth something to Bella, maybe even whisper it, too quiet for human ears to understand, "Not Yet."
I spent all class thinking about what I (might) have seen Edward mouth. On one side, Edward was totally insane. On the other hand, it explained a lot. My Father was never around at night, and when he came back, he was distant. He said he worked a night job, but was always hesitant to tell me what he did. After some prying, he gave me a slightly different answer each time. I always missed having my Dad around, but a werewolf- probably not.
On the way to my next class I glared angrily at Bella and listened to my little orange iPod. "What is she listening to?" she asked Edward, who glared at me and stared into my eyes. "Cute is What We Aim For- There's a Class for This" He answered blankly. They must not have known I was listening. "Are you psychic?" I screeched at him, gaping wildly. "I didn't say anything." He said worriedly. Then I remembered his lips hadn't been moving. I was a freak. "I-I'm so sorry." I smirked nervously. "Do you want me to take you to the nurse? You don't look so good. You probably just have a fever or something." He said kindly. "Yeah- that would be great." I said. Then I fainted.
Waking up in the hospital is not exactly my favorite thing to do. It's very alarming, and it's even worse when you're supposed to be under anesthesia. Luckily one of the doctors saw my eyes open and said to one of the others, "Can we get her some more anesthesia please?" They nodded, and I went out again. I dreamt I was floating. When I landed on a roof, I saw Bella and Edward sparkling in the sunshine. It had seemed weird that Bella had asked me to take night classes, but I agreed kindly, too busy to find another dorm mate. While Bella sparkled and smiled, Edward looked at me scarily. "Are you alright?" hallucination Edward asked me. "Oh yes, I am fine." I answered robotically, looking at his sparkles. Then, just as Edward shouted about something like "Get an ambulance for her! She's dying!" I woke up.
"Bella, she's awake!" He replied happily. It was daytime, but all of the shades were closed. My stomach was bandaged and stitched, but I didn't care. I sprung up, hearing my stitched spring open, but not wasting any time. I opened the shades. They sparkled. "STOP!" Bella screamed. "Please Hayden!" Edward said loudly, but without panic. "Close the shades and some one will address to your stitches immediately. Then we must see about your fever, you seem to be hallucinating." Bella looked scared. "You're absolutely unreasonable." She said. I laughed. "You only say that because you're sparkling. You two aren't human, are you? That's why you want night classes. That's why you look the same. That's why you can hear even the quietest things I say! That is why Edward can hear my thoughts!" I gaped. Another one of my voices had realized that one long ago.
Shut up you idiot! Shut up! Said one of the voices. You're going to get yourself KILLED.
NO. SHE ALREADY GOT HERSELF KILLED. Said another.
Edward's face was scared. He could hear my voices. He knew.
The blood rushed to my cheeks. "You see, it's just…" he stopped me "You're head is smarter than you. You should get back in your bed, and keep your mouth shut if you want to live."
That was a threat! My voices were at their peak- swirling around in my mind like a whole city. I could hear them all.
"It wasn't a threat from me, Hayden, it was a threat from the Volturri. And thanks to their newest edition, they're on their way."
Nice Job, Hayden. They sound pretty badass.