Summary : In the fifth grade, Myra Parkinson was harshly ridiculed by many of her peers in La Push elementary school, specifically Leah Clearwater, Paul Lahote and Jared Cameron. When Myra's mother is in a terrible accident, she is forced by her conscience to return to the town she vowed to never return to in order to care for her injured mother that she blamed for her problems. Can Myra get passed what happened to her in the past and give forgiveness or will she forever be tormented by a certain pack of men. PaulXoc
Disclaimer: I don't own Stephanie Meyer's stuff.
Here is a new story, I haven't written a story in what feels like ages, so forgive me if it is not up to par. All reviews are accepted, especially constructive criticism, it's nice to hear tips, pros and cons. Enjoy :)
There were many times when I was a child that I wished I could have just disappeared even though I was already invisible. Something about not being included in anything made you feel like you were still around in the side lines, waiting for others to get bored with their fulfilling lives. The reason for my existence for so long felt like it was for everyone's appeasement, all but my own.
Since my mother had a hard time settling down in our new home in La Push I was absent the first two weeks of school. When I arrived a couple weeks in, the children had already become acquainted which left me separate from the other fifth graders. When I was introduced some of the students laughed, but the teacher pulled me aside to say they were a year older and held back because they are foolish. Foolish is what they were.
The trouble began during recess when I attempted to make friends with the kids in my class, but was slapped harder in the face than ever before. Physically, I was not actually hit, but my heart and every ounce of self confidence I ever had was taken away from me by these kid's words. "Get the hell out of here you little whore." A small girl giggled, receiving a "good job" from their older peer who likely told the girl to say that.
Why would any of the kids say that? I didn't even know exactly what that was in the first place, and how could I be one? "Just like your mom." The boy in front of me was in my class, he was one of the boys that was held back a grade. "My dad told me what your mom does and we all know."
Tears were forming in my eyes, but I held them back even though my throat was tight and burning. "What do you mean?" The sentence barely escaped my lips.
"She's a stripper, and you'll be just like her!" The other boy by the first boy said, laughing together, the two highfived each other as if what they said was cool. Their comment received plenty of laughter throughout the crowd of kids. "My dad said she has sex with lot of men for more money." The crowd behind the boys and one girl was going wild with laughter and entertainment from my torment, each of them spitting out insults whenever they could think of any.
"Were you late because she was busy with other men?" The first boy to insult me pushed me, causing me to tumble backwards and land on my butt. "No one wants to play with you, so don't try."
I sat on the ground staring into his harsh brown eyes, he didn't blink while staring back into my teary blue ones. "Nice one, Paul." The second boy punched Paul in the shoulder as the entire group walked away from me. It was like a terrible hurricane had hit me, or a tsunami wave woke me up and brought me to life somewhere else, somewhere that couldn't be the least bit good. When the school bell rang...it was loud, why was it so loud?
The ringing sound belonged to the plane light coming on for landing. La Push was a place I never wanted to return to, not even to visit my mother in fears I would have to confront everyone who tormented me for two years. I was able to get out of La Push and move into Canada with my father, who I did not know very well at the time.
My only reason for returning was my mother, she was in an accident. She happened to be in the car with her boyfriend of the time, who was driving, and he drove off the side of the road, flipping the car multiple times. Not much information was given to me about the accident, but the doctor told me on the phone she is lucky to be alive and she would be even luckier to pull through. In thoughts that my only mom might die La Push is where I went.
The airport in Seattle was packed, so many people pushing and shoving to get to their bags but don't realize they are getting no where but frustrated. I would have bought a ticket for a closer airport if I didn't buy the first ticket I saw, the result of that mistake was having to catch a four hour ride back to La Push with a hospital nurse.
After too long of a wait, my bag arrived and I found the nurse who was supposed to be driving me back to La Push. "What is your name?" The nurse asked from the drivers seat as she drove down the road. There had been thirty minutes of silence between the two before the nurse actually decided to speak.
"You already know my name." I gave her a weird look because she had a piece of cardboard with my name written on it.
"Yeah, but we never formally introduced ourselves!" She exclaimed, "I'm Jessica and I was born in Forks."
"Forks? My mom is at Forks Hospital?" This struck me as odd because I always remember going into the clinic with my mom in La Push, she liked how small and cute it was. "Just tell me your name!" Jessica whined, looking at me exasperated.
"Uh, alright," I laughed softly before finally formally introducing myself, "I'm Myra Parkinson, and I was born in Aberdeen."
"Aberdeen, really? Have you traveled around a lot?" She asked, genuinely interested in my life.
The thought made me smile to myself, once I moved to Canada with my father I requested that he home school me. The idea was out of the question to him, so we made an agreement that I could do home school when I became a certain age, and I did to his dismay. I never really had the chance to get close to anyone, "Not particularly, I used to live in La Push."
"My friends and I used to go surfing down there, but it gets ridiculously cold some days." Jessica snickered to herself as she watched the road, "There has been sightings of wolves in the forest though, so you should probably avoid going in there."
A shiver went up my spine. My dad always talked about knowing people who got in all these accidents, part of me thought that this was just a way of letting me know when something is dangerous, like wolves are cute but they kill people in packs. Lethal. "Thanks for the heads up." Once we were far enough from Seattle, the surroundings become much more beautiful and made me want to paint. Painting was something that I had always loved, "Do you have any hobbies?" I asked Jessica, continuing our conversation.
"Yeah!" She exclaimed and began rambling on about all of the stuff that she enjoyed doing. Who would have thought that all of that connecting with a person could make four hours seem like a couple minutes. Arriving in Forks was nice because I didn't know anyone and there was no fear of seeing anyone who might recognize me and my similar features from when I was a child.
The long brown ringlets I had as a child remained there, usually contained in a bun, and my height was no taller than five foot four. "Are you ready to go and see you mom?" Jessica asked before she got out of the car. "Yeah, thank you for being nice."
"It isn't a problem! I enjoyed all of your company!" She laughed and gestured me to follow her.
All of the enjoyment of the car ride and bonding with another person made me forget the real reason why I was coming back to this area in the first place. Seeing the thin figure of my mother in the hospital bed was a heart breaking moment, especially when you realize you could have been there for her so much more than you truly were. A deep sigh escaped my nose as I rushed over to her side and hugged her. "Not to tight Myra!" Jessica informed me, "She isn't in the greatest shape."
Before I had a chance to speak, another voice cut me off, "That isn't anything to say to a patient's family in such a vulnerable state, Jessica." The doctor was an extremely gorgeous man, which shocked me.
He was bright, and just stood out among many people because of his pale skin, pale eyes, pale hair and even his teeth were extremely white, "How else would I say it?" Jessica asked confused at her mistake. "Simply just say, be gentle, she doesn't need to worry any more than she already is."
"It's fine," I paused, standing up on my two feet, meeting the eyes of the doctor after quickly staring at Jessica, "Really, I'd rather know she isn't doing so well."
"Considering the circumstances, your mother is doing extremely well for herself. She only hasn't woken up for more than an hour because her body needs rest, give her a couple more days before we start making any harsh conclusions."
The doctors words were soothing. She looked terrible with her casts and bandages on her body, it was hard to think she was doing well at all. "Jessica, if you would give me sometime with Ms. Parkinson." Without a second wasted, Jessica was out of the room and the doctor introduced himself. "I am Doctor Carlisle Cullen."
"Myra Parkinson." I replied out of respect.
"The main reason you are here is to take care of your mother when she is released from the hospital, or say goodbye, if the worst happens. As mentioned, her condition may be critical but it is great for the situation she had endeared, seeing as the man in the car with her died on impact. Her lawyer also wants to speak with you and left this card." I took the card from his fingers and was shocked at how cold they seemed to be at first touch.
Without another thought, I stared at the card and looked back at my mom. "You mean for the will, don't you?" I bit my lip nervously, it was normal to feel sadness in a situation such as this.
"Yes, you should make an appointment with the lawyer." Doctor Carlisle gave me an apologetic look, "I'm sorry Myra, but it is only for the worst case scenario."
The doctor left the room and I sat down on the chair next to my mom's bed. Another sigh escaped me, this has been a long day and now I have to go home to my mom's home without her. "Please wake up." I whispered, kissing her forehead and leaned back to stare at her emotionless face.
There were bandages around the top half of her forehead, and her hair was pulled into a tight bun to be kept out of her face. I wonder if they performed any surgeries on her, "Myra, are you alright?" The voice to pull me out of my trance was Jessica and she had her keys in her hands.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I answered shortly, not wanting to talk at this time. Jessica leaned up against the door pain and started at my mother with a sorrow filled stare that radiated back to me. It is nice to have a person in the hospital that cares for the patients well being, and although Jessica seemed ditsy, she seemed very passionate about helping the people in the hospital.
I stood up and made eye contact with her, she was a few inches taller than I was but from across the room seeing her eye to eye was easy. I grabbed my handbag and followed Jessica as she lead me out of the room, "The car I have been driving is your mom's car." Jessica said, "So, if you have your license I can give you the keys but you have to set up the insurance and the house keys are also on the ringlet. I set up the GPS system in there for you."
"You're not taking me back?" I was a bit surprised, but I shouldn't be since it was Jessica's job to work for the hospital, not my caretaker. "You're going to be okay." She smiled, handing me the keys.
I nodded my head, she didn't know anything about my past. It was quite terrifying for me to face the people who tormented me in any way they could until I escaped this brutal hellhole. "I always am." I commented and got into the car without another word, heading towards my childhood home.