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I awake with my heart pounding and tears streaming down my face. I look over at the clock as it reads 8:36. The time wasn't the first thing that I noticed though. The first thing was the date that was glaring at me. Today is the day that I dread every year, the anniversary of my parents' death. It was today ten years ago that the accident happened. I was only five years old when it happened but I still have nightmares about the night every night. I don't sleep much at all and if I do it's only for a few hours because the accident replays in my head over and over again until I wake up screaming and in tears. All I really want to do today is stay in bed but I know that I can't so I need to get up and get dressed.
"Isabella come down here there are people waiting to meet you." yells the adoption manger. Great just what I need today another pointless interview with a couple that will decide against adopting me. After all who would want a fifteen year old girl who does speak and wakes up screaming if she does sleep? Most couples are wanting a little kid or a baby.
As I make my way into the room where interviews are usually held, I see a fairly young looking couple sitting on the couch. The husband has hair that is almost bleach blond and eyes that are bright blue. The wife has caramel colored hair and greenish brown eyes. Across from them is the adoption manger sitting in one of the two arm chairs. I cross the room to sit in the other arm chair.
"Isabella, this is Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. They are looking to adopt a child"
"It's nice to meet you Isabella. Please call me Carlisle and my wife Esme." I nod my head to at least not seem rude.
"Isabella has spoken a word since she arrived here ten years ago" The manger responses to them in a nasty way. As she says that I start crying at the reminder of my parents' death.
"Isabella stop that crying you are fifteen for Christ sake." The adoption manger whisper yells at me.
"Oh Isabella don't cry honey. We don't care that you don't talk. That shouldn't matter anyway. If you would allow us we would like to adopt you." Esme says as she walks towards me and tries to calm down my tears. I smile weakly at her and nod to say that I would like to be adopted by them.
"Perfect. Carlisle and I will work on the paperwork and you can take Esme to your room to pack your things Isabella." The adoption manger said as if she could be happier to be getting rid of me. I just nod and walk to my room as Esme follows. We finish packing my bags in a matter of minutes because I don't have much and then go to find Carlisle to leave.
As Carlisle drives Esme tells me about them. I learn that they live in Forks, which is three hours away from the adoption agency that I was at in Seattle. Carlisle is a doctor and Esme does part time interior decorating from the house. I also learn that they have five other kids that were all adopted Edward, Rosalie, Jasper, Emmett, and Alice. Edward and Alice are my age only a few months older. Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett are sixteen. Edward was adopted at the age of three. Emmett and Alice are biological siblings and were adopted at the ages five and six. Rosalie and Jasper were adopted at the age of eight and are twins. Edward and Alice are in their sophomore year like me while Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper are in their junior year.
We make our way up the drive way and I see the house that I am now going to be living in. It was huge. The house was white and three stories tall.
"Come dear and I'll give you a tour while Carlisle gets your stuff." Esme lead me through the front door and gave me a tour showing me where everything was while talking. "The kids won't be home from school until four. We figured you would start next Wednesday so that you can have time to get settled in. Here is your room. If you don't like it we can change it. I'm going to leave you to get settled in and rest since I'm sure you're tired." With that Esme left the room and continued on with her business.
I decide to unpack what little I had and to lie down but not sleep. At some point while I was lying down I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up I was crying hysterically and Carlisle was next to me trying to get my tears to stop.
"Shh. It's okay, your okay, it was only a dream. There that's good, breathe." Carlisle was repeating over and over again.
"Honey does this happen a lot?" I nod my head
"Can you talk to me using a pad and pen?" Again I nod my head as a reach over to find my pad and pen.
"How often does this happen?"
Every time I sleep.
"Do you try to avoid sleeping because of it?
Yes. I don't sleep most nights because I don't want to have the nightmare.
"Honey, you need to sleep it isn't good not to. Have you seen a therapist?"
I have but it didn't help it only made it worse.
"Well we will worry about this later. I came up here to check on you and to see if you wanted to come down stairs to meet your siblings."
I nod and get out of bed to follow Carlisle. We walk into the living room where everyone is sitting watching TV or doing homework.
"Guys, this is Isabella. We've decided to adopt her." Esme says as soon as we enter. "Hello, I'm Alice." "I'm Emmett." "I'm Jasper." "I'm Rosalie" "I'm Edward." I smile back at each of them and waved.
"Isabella doesn't speak." Carlisle told them and they all nodded acceptingly.
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