Hello everyone. My Degree of Sarcasm here.
This is a little plot I have been thinking about for a while, I was listening to 'Small Bump' by Ed Sheeran when I go the idea. If you heard the song you may believe you know where this plot is going, but it will not go that way.
I hope you enjoy it.
xxoo
My Degree Of Sarcasm

Copper and Green

I sat in the passenger's seat of the car, staring out of the window, watching the trees beside the road, how they seemed so peaceful and free, I saw flashes of someone running in between the trees, I shook my head and sighed, I looked to my iPod, I caught a glimpse of my reflection, dark shadows under my eyes, a bruise on my left cheek, a gash starting to scab over on the side of my head, my dull mahogany hair up in a messy ponytail, random pieces falling out and in front of my face. I looked to my dad in the driver's seat, he kept his eyes on the road, although I knew he knew I was looking at him, I looked out the front window, the sun hidden by clouds, I saw the small town hidden in the trees, I pulled a tight smile.

Forks. This would be my home for the rest of the three years and then I am out of here. Where? I do not know, but anywhere would be better than somewhere wet, cold and grey for the rest of my life, but what do I know. My name is Isabella Swan. My father: Charlie Swan. Forks Chief of Police. My mother: Rene something-or-other (I stopped caring after she let her boyfriend beat me), strange, unemployed woman, who relies on boyfriend for money. Siblings: None. Illnesses: black outs, severe headaches and anxiety. I gasp as something flashes in front of the car, dad slams on the breaks, I grip the seat and pray I do not black out, the car slides to the left and tips over, I scream as the car is rolling, my head bangs against the window as the car comes to a stop upside down.

My eyes are slowly closing, blood is dripping down my face, I see copper, then a pale face in front of mine. Green is the last thing I see.

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My head is pounding, I moan, I raise my hand, there is something tugging against it, I panic, my eyes fly open. Grey-blue walls are the first thing I see, there is a chair beside a window, which a tall lamp stands, a door to my far left, it opens and a stunning blonde man comes in with the most peculiar golden colour eyes, he wore a white coat. He smiled at me, I stared, he moved so fluidly, so quietly, I studied him as he looked at a clip board, his eyes occasionally flicking up to me. He placed the clip board down and looked straight at me, his eyes felt like a weight on me, I felt my face go red as a tomato.

"Hello, I am Dr Cullen., your doctor. Isabella. Can you tell me what you can remember?" His voice sounded odd, when he spoke, it was so formal, like he was born an old man brought up like a gentleman, although he did not look a day over 32.

"I. I. I was in the car with my dad. He had just picked me up from the airport. He. We. Some. I saw something run in front of the car. He slammed the breaks. Tossing. Copper and green." I say blankly, I had begun to scrunch up my nose, trying to remember, he nodded and scribbled on the clipboard.

"Very good, Isabella." He gave me a fatherly smile, he was about to say something when a nurse stuck her head in, he turned around, I scrunched up my nose, he nodded slowly, I stared at him as he sighed, he looked to me for a while.

"Dr Cullen, where is my father?" I ask him softly, he cocks his head to the side, studying me, I bit my lip self-consciously , there was an impatient rap on the door, I flinched, he sighed and took a deep breath.

"Dr Cullen, we have a severely wounded hunter, he seems to have been mauled by an animal or something." A nurse said as she barged in, her voice ringing in my ears, he nodded and stood up, he looked down at me, sighing.

"I will tell you about your father when I get back, if that is alright with you." I nodded. "I will not be long, I will send a nurse in to keep you company while you wait." He murmured and walked away, I sighed as he closed the door, my head felt tight, I yawned, my eyes closed. I see trees, and lots of them, I spin around looking at the sky, there is a musical laugh, everything seems so clear, bright and sharp, I can hear myself laughing, I can feel soft smooth fabric brushing against my skin, the wind a feathery touch, the sun warm against my skin. I hear children laughing, I look to find them, I see a boy and I girl, she has dark copper hair and chocolate eyes, he had brown hair and emerald eyes that shone with cheekiness.

They chased each other, they looked so graceful, playing tag with one another, he begins to climb a tree and she stands at the bottom of that tree, her arms crossed, she shouted at the boy, he stuck his tongue out at her, she screamed at him, it rung my ears. I laughed at the sibling contention go back and forth, the two look to me, their faces light up, they come running, they say the words I never imagine being called. Mummy. As they reach me I feel something poke my face. Something warm and sticky.

"Jonathan. You will wake her up." A little girl's voice chided. "She looks pretty." She whispered, there was a sudden movement at my leg. "Wonder what happened to her." She said thoughtfully.

"The onwy weason she 'ill wake up, is 'cause of you being a bossy boots." A small boy said, I opened my eyes and found two children on the bed, they had blonde hair and blue eyes, the door was open slightly, they froze. "I'm Jonathan!" he said, getting in my face, I smile and gently push him away.

"I am Gabrielle." The girl said, pointing to herself, I stare in shock, two children where on my bed and talking to me, they stare at me expectantly. "What's your name?" she asks, I swallow.

"Isabella." I said dryly, she smiles.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." She said, my face went red, she smiled and pointed at me. "You are going red." She taunted.

"It is rude to point." I say softly, she lowers her hand and looks at me. "Where are your parents?"

"Mummy is sitting in the chair asleep." Jonathan said, smiling like it is the best moment in the world, I nod slowly. The door opens and we all look, the two hold their breath and release it as they see who it is, it is Dr Cullen, he chuckles as he smiles, he stood at the end of the bed.

"I see you have met Gabrielle and Jonathan, Isabella." He said, the two giggle and he looks at the two, shaking his head slightly. "Does your mother know where you two are?" he asks firmly, Jonathan bows his head and Gabriella bites her lip nervously.

"Mummy is sleeping in the chair. She has been since after morning tea. Mummy was getting boring, and we thought Mr Adams was still here and we wanted to see him, he said we could see him anytime we wanted." Gabriella said.

"Gabriella, Jonathan, Mr Adams is not here anymore. He didn't get any better." Dr Cullen said in a soft tone, they bowed their heads. "Go on, your mother must be awake now, she will be wondering where you are. I am sure you will see Miss Swan around." The two slid from the bed and ran out the door, the boy stopped at the door and waved, I heard the girl's voice call out to him, he ran off, Dr Cullen closes the door, I look to him. "Their father died of cancer two years ago, and their mother has been in here for almost a year, her virus is unknown to us but whatever it is it is eating her from in the inside out." He sat on the edge of the bed, he looked to his hands. "Isabella, they have no family besides a frail old woman."

"Why are you telling me this, Dr Cullen." I asked, he looked to me.

"I understand from your medical records that you have been admitted many times, for various injuries." I looked away. "The gash on your forehead was reopened, the nurses were shocked at the bruises and scars all over your body. Who did this to you?" I said nothing. "Did your father?"

"NO! No he wouldn't lay a hand on me."

"Then who? Your mother?" the tears fell. "She did this." I shook my head.

"She didn't do it, but she is just as guilty. She would stand there and watch." My voice trembled, I looked to him. "My mother is a sick woman who has boy after boy, she would let them do it. My father was saving me, I asked him to pick me up at the airport, I ran away from her. Are you happy now, I told you. Can I see my father now?"

"I am afraid not."

"Why not!"

"Isabella, calm down."

"Take me to him." I said trying to sit up, Dr Cullen softly placed his hands on my shoulders, I struggled against them.

"Isabella, Isabella, Isabella! He is gone." I looked to him.

"What?" I breathed, I shook my head. " No, he wouldn't just leave me here, no, you are lying, you are lying!"

"No Isabella, he has past." My heart stopped, it began to pump really fast, white spots began to appear. "Isabella, Isabella." My hearing became mute, he caught my body, holding me upright, his mouth moving, I could hear nothing, he turned his head and yelled something, I could hear my heart beating in my ears, I felt my body go limp, my eyes slowly closing.

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My Degree of Sarcasm