I do not nor will ever own Twilight or its characters because I am not Stephanie Myers. This is my first story and I know its short but I just started give me a break. Well I'll shut up now so you can read. Please review I need reviews.
Sorry I have not written in a while the death of my mother and disappearance of my brother hit my uncle and me hard. Now I have no parents and no big brother, either. My father died in the first wave of the Spanish Influenza, as they now call it, the same thing that killed my mother. When we were told of her death we asked about my brother but apparently he was no where to be found. They took us to where they stayed as if to prove a point, but where he should have been there was only a newly made bed and a book of sheet music that was his. My uncle was a wreck after the death of his wife a year ago, his baby sister's husband, then his baby sister, and his nephew disappearing. He locked himself in his study and never came out of those dark doors that now seem to be part of the wall rather than doors to come into that room. When father worked in that study the doors were left open so I could come in at any time unless it was a matter of great importance. Every single memory I have of my father was in that room. I remember it has large windows that were always open and a magahony desk that was so large I could fit under it and presumably sill could. My uncle came out for meals and to sleep if he went back after dinner. When callers came he never came down to see them they were first approved by Emma, our only servant, and then sent up to see him in the study with the door closed and locked after them. My mother hired Emma before I was born to help with cooking and cleaning around the house. I loved Emma like family and now it seems that she is the only person that I have to talk to. That was one of Mothers wishes that Emma was allowed to stay when she went to the hospital and now my uncle no longer cared who helped me with the house. Emma does worry about me though it is a trivial matter that she worries about. She believes that I never go out to the many parties I have been invited to. Even though when Mother and Father were alive I went only for their sakes and not my own vanity, plus I never liked parties. And I did go out if not to parties I did go to the market once or twice a week if the need arose. But, there is that one party I would like to attend. Well enough of that I will tell later if I indeed do get an innovation. I hate to keep droning on about death but I have not said a word about the funeral. Uncle Anthony came out of his study just long enough to pay his respects and say two short eulogies for both of them. My mother was then put into the ground down beside my father, and then the empty casket that was my brother's was put beside my parents. My mothers epitaph was simple just like she was but my brother's did him no justice at all of course he was loving but he was so much more than that to. All the inscription said was
Edward Anthony Masen
Loving son, brother, and friend
June 20, 1901 - August 15, 1918
He was so much more than that he was a shoulder to cry on when you needed it, a word of encouragement when lest expected but most needed, and a warm smile when you felt as if you were the lowest of low. He always knew which you needed and when you needed it that was my brother not just my brother but my best friend. The thing I do not get it why would Edward run off because of our mother's death right when I needed his shoulder to cry on most of all. But, then the hospital also said that his doctor also ran off because he did not show up for work that next morning. What was that doctor's name? Well, I will remember eventually and when I do I will write it down. The doctors did say that he had a slim chance of living but that they had seen miracles happen daily in that hospital. Oh Edward I miss you we had to sell the piano you and mother loved to play so much. If you were so sick then how did you run of like that and with out her notice till that midnight nurse made her rounds? Dr. Carlise Cullen that was his name and he was the in all the other doctors had so much respect for. I never liked him that much he was to, well, to perfect would be the corect word for it I guess. I mean in every way possible he was perfect. He was so perfect in fact that the nurses swooned over him and some were even married. He never put as much as a toe out of line. But, he never got sick even though he worked in the ward with the most server cases he never so much as coughed. And Edward would never run off with out his book of sheet must for the piano. That doctor must have taken my brother. Dr. Carlise Cullen took my big brother, my Edward. I swear that I will hate Dr, Carlise Cullen with every bone in by body till the day I die. I will end here for the night for it is late and I must pray for Edward and hope he comes back.
Evelyn Masen