Silence is Golden
Disclaimer: The Great Stephenie Meyer owns these characters...I just had an idea.
EPOV
Fuck...that's all that was running through my head at this moment. I was being moved, again. Another foster family. Another set of rules. And another disappointment when they didn't want me. I couldn't count how many homes I had been to in the past 16 years. My parents died two weeks before I turned 2. Now it was two weeks before my eighteenth birthday, and I was ready to give up. The foster parents called me trouble, anti-social, and a recluse. I was none of the above. But I was hard of hearing. So that did put a damper on any relationships they tried to form. And any run ins I had with other kids ended badly. They called me a freak and a loser, using my handicap as an excuse for their shitty behavior. They never put me with other kids like me, so that made it harder than anything to open up. No one knew sign language, and I didn't want to take the time to speak to them.
So that's how I found myself standing outside of a huge white house that my case worker, Linda had just pulled up in front of. I couldn't help but gawk a little bit. I knew from Linda that the Cullens had money. And from what I could see, they were swimming in it. I knew that Mr. Cullen was a business man, and he was also a teacher at the local IU. His wife was the IU director, and came from a very well to do family. They had two children of their own, a boy and a girl, both hard of hearing like me. And they also had two other foster kids, twins from what the file said, both hard of hearing as well. I sighed then chuckled softly to myself. These people must like their children hearing impaired.
I stared at the house for a little bit more, not sure where to go from there. I pulled out my I-pod, put in my special ear buds, and shuffled my playlist till one of my favorite songs came on. On My Own by Three Days Grace filled my ears, making a small smile curl at the corner of my lips. This song reminded me of a conversation I overheard from my last foster parents.
I walk alone
Think of home
Memories of long ago
No one knows I lost my soul long ago
Lied too much
She said that she's had enough
Am I too much
She said that she's had enough
Standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
Forget about the one I left at home
I need to run far away
Can't go back to that place
Like she told me
I'm just a big disgrace
Lied too much
She said that she's had enough
Am I too much
She said that she's had enough
Standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
Forget about the one I left at home
So now I'm standing here alone
I'm learning how to live life on my own
Lied too much
I think that I've had enough
Am I too much
She said that she's had enough
I'm standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
Forget about the one I left at home
So now I'm standing here alone
I'm learning how to live life on my own
Forget about the past I'll never know
Forget about the one I left at home
Linda walked around to the passenger side of the car and lightly touched my arm, pulling me out of my thoughts. She signed to me Ready Edward? I signed back to her. As ready as I'll ever be. Let's see how long I'll be here for. Five bucks says it won't be a whole month! I smirked at her slightly shocked expression. Linda was the closest thing to a friend I have ever had. She was the only one who seemed to truly care what happened to me, and I was grateful for that, but I couldn't express it. Years of foster homes tend to give a person an impenetrable shell. I sighed one more time and pulled the buds out of my ears, replacing them with my hearing aids, and followed Linda to the front door.
I wasn't sure what to expect when the door opened, but it surely wasn't the little ball of energy I saw jumping up and down in front of me. She started signing to me, but it was almost too fast to understand. Hi, I'm Alice. You must be Edward. Come on in, everyone is in the living room. We've been expecting you. And with that, she grabbed my arm and dragged me through the house. She had a lot of strength for someone so tiny, and the shock of it was enough to stun me into compliance. I didn't like to be touched, another side affect from the foster homes. I looked to Linda for help, but she just grinned and followed along behind, dropping my bags in the hallway. I didn't know what to expect when I rounded the corner, but it wasn't what I saw. Five very attractive people were seated on the couch. The man I would guess was Carlisle stood and walked over to me, extending his hand. I took it tentatively, before he stepped back to make introductions. He signed while he spoke out loud.
"Edward, let me introduce my family to you. I'm Carlisle, this is my wife Esme. And the three over there are Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper. You already met our daughter Alice. I want you to know that we are happy to have you here, and I hope that you can come to call us family. We want you to be happy," he said around a smile that seemed contagious and I couldn't help the little smirk that lifted the corner of my mouth. Carlisle sat back down and I took that moment to take in all the information that was thrown at me. I wanted to be loved, to belong. But most of all...I wanted to be happy.
I know this first chapter is short. I hope this is good for my first story, and reviews make me happy!