Sorry if its horrible! Its my first fanfic! Please be nice.
Disclaimer: No, I do NOT own the god:Edward. Nor do I own Twilight :(
I'm Edward Masen and I've been blind since I was 2. I am currently living in a foster home with people that don't treat me very well, which kind of sucks considering they all just make fun of me. I can't help it that I'm blind! I hate that I have to live here. I am 13 about to turn 14 soon. The good news is that someone else is coming to get me from this hell hold. I don't actually know if that's good or bad, cause I don't know the person. All I know is that it is a man named Charlie Swan.
He is supposed to come get me tomorrow thankfully. I think he is the only person I will be with. I really hope he's nice and not a complete jerk like these people. Who knows, maybe we'll end up being good friends or something. I wonder how old he is.
You may be wondering why I am not living with my parents. That's because they died 11 years ago. We were in a car wreck and they died instantly. I don't know why I didn't. It's a painful story to remember.
We were on our way to the airport because it was summer and we wanted to go on a vacation. I was two. We were all sitting in the car while I was sitting in the back seat when the drunk driver smashed into the front of the car killing my parents instantly and I knew it. I would've cried, but I didn't have time considering the impact was so hard that my head hit the window face first. Before I was knocked out cold, I saw my own blood smeared on the now broken window.
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I woke up, but didn't know where I was. I couldn't see anything. There was a faint beeping sound in the background. I felt something soft like gauze, wrapped around my head and covering my eyes. I had a major pain in my head and suddenly remembered what happened. Then, I heard footsteps coming to where I was and my throbbing head ache soothed out a bit a minute later. They walked out of the room probably thinking I was still unconscious. I heard some talking outside of the room I was in. I'm pretty sure that I'm in the hospital now.
"How is he? It's horrible that his parents were both killed by that car..." Said a female voice. A nurse?
"The boy isn't doing well actually. I think the impact of his face against the window was so strong that the glass shattered and sent some glass shards into his eyes. He is blind and always will be unless someone figures out how to do surgery for that. Which I doubt will happen." That was a male who I'm guessing is the doctor.
So, I'm blind and have no parents? How am I going to live like this? I can't. I will most certainly be the most miserable kid on earth.
I started to panic and I heard someone coming towards me. Soon after, I drifted into a soundless sleep.
OK, so that was just kinda like a flash back of how he got blind. Now we are going back to the present...
The Next Day
EPOV
I had all my stuff packed and you may be wondering how I did it. It was easy. All I had to do was pick up everything in my room and put it in my bag. And I didn't have much stuff either so it didn't take long. I sat on my bed and waited for Charlie to get here, because I would much rather be in here than downstairs with the ding-bats.
A little while later, I heard a knock on the front door and a conversation. Someone started coming up the stairs. I grabbed my bag and opened the door. An unfamiliar voice said, "I'm Charlie. I'll take that for you and we can head down to my car." He gently took my bag from me and I slid my hand against the wall while finding the stair well. I got down without falling and didn't bother to say bye to my old foster family.
I was outside and Charlie held my arm while trying to help me to the car. It wasn't actually that hard, I just hate almost tripping over things when I don't get help. So I was grateful that he was so helpful. I could tell that we were going to be great friends.
We got to the car and I felt by my shoulder for the seat belt. I found it easily and buckled it. I could hear the driver's side door open and close then the clinksound of the seat belt. He started the car and headed to his house I presumed. Then he started to talk to me.
"So, Edward, I'm a lawyer. My house isn't a mansion, but it's a pretty good size. I already have a room set up for you. Well, actually, my daughter put it all together."
He has a daughter? Greaaat. That's all I needed, another person to tease me.
I just nodded and he continued. "Her name is Isabella, but she prefers to be called Bella. We are the only people in the house and she gets pretty lonely there because I'm always gone on a case or something."
TERRIFIC! (A little sarcasm there) Then, something came to mind. How old is this girl? Just then, as if he read my mind, he said, "She's 13 going on 14 soon. Like you. And don't worry, I raised her right and she isn't some snooty patooty, stuck up girl. Actually, when we heard about you living at the Nickerson's house, we really wanted to save you. Those kids are all brats, along with their parents. That's another big reason why we're taking you in."
For the first time in minutes, I said, "Thank you so much for taking me away from that crappy place. They're not even nice to me at all." I had a feeling this would be much better.
"No problem. All you'll get from us is caring hearts and terrific food. Bella is a great cook and I don't know where she gets it."
Yeah, I would definitely like this place better.