This story is mostly Twilight except the main character Kyle is alot like Dallas Winston (if you don't know who that is its a character in the book The Outsiders) just in modern time.
~I do not own The Outsiders or Twilight~
~Third-Person P.O.V.~
A ten year old boy ran threw the double doors at the front of the hospital. It was crowded for a Saturday afternoon so he had to push and shove to get threw. Once he was clear of the crowd he took a couple of the main halls till he came to two large push in doors that read,"Emergency Care Unit." They were familiar to the boy from past experiences when he was hurt and his mother took him here.
He slammed threw the doors and ran to room eleven. It was the room the doctor had told him almost twenty minutes ago on the phone. When the boy looked inside the room his face paled and it looked like he would be sick. The room was swarmed with doctors and the woman inside looked close to death.
The woman and the boy looked alot alike. They both had the same natural colored bleach blond hair that looked almost white. The only difference was that the boy had black roots and highlights in his hair. They made him looked scarier and older than he was. But he could pull it off with his high cheek bones, angular face, and the fact that he was almost as tall as most average twelve or thirteen year old. The woman had most of the same features except she was pretty short for twenty-six years old. When people looked at them they thought there features looked almost elfish but never told them in fear of being slapped. Most people knew that the boy and woman had horrible tempers.
"Kyle," the woman whispered when she locked eyes with the little boy. "Mommy," he whimpered and ran over to hug her. The woman returned the hug and then pulled kyle back at arms length to look him in the eye. "Kyle, I'm going to die and when I do I want you to find your dad. His name is Paul Smith (A.N. -I don't know Paul's real last name so I just made up a common one-) and he lives in La Push, Washington. Okay?" She asked. Kyle nodded knowing he probably wouldn't find his dad because he didn't want to even leave New York City let alone move across the country to Washington.
The machine she was hooked up to started to beep louder as her heart started to slow and she whispered," I love you, Kyle." Tears were rolling down Kyles cheek's as the machine gave its final beep and switched to a steady buzz as doctors crowded around the woman trying to revive her. Kyle knew she was dead with no saving so he took one last look at his mother and walked out of the now almost empty hospital with out looking back.
This was the last time Kyle ever cried and the first day that he started getting cold, bitter, and hating the world. Actually for Kyle this day had alot of firsts and lasts. The first time he got arrested, the first time he smoked, the first time he met the future gang he would be in, the last time he went to school regularly, and the last time he actually loved someone.
