Summary: After the death of six year-old Bella's parents, she refuses to believe in magic or the fact to even be happy. Can a carrying doctor's son change young Bella's mind? Or is there no hope for a bright tomorrow? Very cute
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Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the rightful owner of her characters of the phenomenon Twilight; I simply create a new atmosphere using unique ideas from her imagination. No copyright is needed.
Do you believe in magic?
2, October
The News
BPOV
Any child was impatient, it was normal. No matter how many times you told someone under the age of eight to 'stay still' they will refuse, and oh do I mean refuse to. It is not the point of disobeying, its that there are so many spiders that are crawling up along your spine that gives you a chill and make you want to move around. I named all my spiders, but sometimes the bugs visit, centipedes.
I imagined that the reason why I was in this stuffy, no nonsense room was because I was a secret agent, and I was called to go on a secret mission to help stop Dr. Bigger-pipe-a…lord, yeah Biggerpipealord, from kidnapping all the puppies of the world and making them his personal foot rest. The Doc would never have a chance against the amazingly fast-
"Isabella?" The doctor called me in, he was a good-looking blonde, maybe early Thirties. I wasn't really paying attention; I was too busy thinking of ways to defeat Dr. Biggerpipealord. I wonder if he had a weakness…
"How old are you sweetie?" The doctor asked nicely, he bent down at my height, I hated old people doing that, I can see them just fine from down here. I motioned him to go back up, and he laughed, 'why do they always laugh?'
"Im six!" I was animated, I held up the right amount of figures, and smiled my front toothless smile.
He marked something, and I jumped up to see what it was. "Do you know what happened sweetheart?" The doctor asked with less expression on his face.
"My mommy and daddy left. Starr was watching me and then, well then…I dunno mister? She took me here and said to sit, and I did, until you said my name." I tilted my head, my mom would always smile when I did that, and it seemed like the doctor needed a smile.
"Oh deer." The doctor took a hand to his forehead, he looked down at his chart and then at me, and then back at his chart. I watched as he repeated this pattern several times before walking into the little corner office and whispering something to this fat lady with fake hair that looked as if she was about to fart.
Being the curious, overanxious, trouble-some six year-old, I ran over to the doctor's side. He stopped talking and then walked off as the fat farting lady grabbed my hand and put me in a little room with lots of pink bunnys.
"Heyyy, whats going on?" I asked innocently as the farting lady turned her head to look at me.
"Stay in here a couple minutes, honey, Dr. Cullen will be back in a second." Finally a name! "Sit right here, and don't wonder off, ok?" She had high squeaky voice, that made me think she would be an amazing singer.
"Okkeee Dokkeeee!" I said over dramatically and made my hand firm and lifted it up to the side of my head. I think it was in a movie once.
"Ok then." She turned around and walked through the door. I sat in silence for a few moments before I decide to go back to my imaginations.
A couple of minutes later, the doctor came in. "Well Isabella-"
"Bella!" I corrected.
"Ok then, Bella, this is Ms. Lager, she wants to talk to you for a couple of minutes. Is that ok with you?" She was tall, not really that skinny though, but in good portions. Her hair was darken a rich black and neatly tied back. She also had a suit on that looked more for a secretary than someone who wants to have a conversation with a six year-old.
"Suore, mister!" I said with an energetic smile. Dr. Cullen whispered 'I didn't have the heart to do tell her,' to the young women before exiting.
The lady took a chair from the corner of the room and placed it near the bigger chair that I had been placed on. She crossed her legs and held the clipboard on her lap. "So Bella, is that correct?"
"Yessssss!" I pronounced and jumped up a little. The spiders were crawling.
"Well then, you seem like a very happy young lady. Why would that be now, Bella?" She tilted her head a little and held the pen up, ready to write.
"I dunno, I just like being happy, I guess. I get spiders a lot and it makes me all tingly inside." I giggled a little and then bounced on my back before springing up. She wrote furiously, like she didn't have any time at all.
"Like butterflies?" She clarified.
"Yeah, I guess so, but I always have them. I named them all, do you want to hear the names?" My eyes began to glow, it might be fun talking to this lady.
"Well why not, go ahead sweetheart." She wrote again, and kept writing, as if her hand was going to fall off.
"Ok well one is beetlehearts, and he is kind of shy, and then there is Magnolia, she is almost as pretty as you. Then Yogi, he is…fun to make in different shapes, and then there is Bob who can be boring, but secretly he's my favorite cause he doesn't like to talk as much as Magnolia." The only other person I had told about my spiders were my mommy and daddy, so it was nice to have someone else listen for a change. She wrote very fast again.
"Bella do you know why you are here?" She had become more serious now, and I knew that it wasn't time to play anymore.
"I don't, miss." I answered honestly.
"Sweetie…" She was looking me in the eyes, she had grabbed my hand by this point. "Your parents have gotten into an accident-"
"What do you mean?" I felt tears start to rush out of my eyes, I didn't like where this was going.
"Your parents are with God right now, honey. They love you very much, and are going to be looking out for you." No matter how nice she had said it, I knew the true reality of it all. They were dead.
"No." I whispered, wanting to be able to take back what happened. Suddenly none of my imaginations seemed important, suddenly life itself didn't seem important. I felt as if I was empty, my heart was there, but it was only hallow. You could knock on it and you would just hear a faint echo.
"It will be all right sweetheart; you're going to live with my family for a few days, ok?" She was still holding my hand, but I was away from reality, not even in dreamland either, I was nowhere.
"No." I whispered again, but not answering her question, but repeating the last.
"It will be ok, I promise. I even pinky promise." She stuck out her pinky, but I was too numb to move any part of my body.
"Hey, sweetie it will be alright, come along now, we will get your stuff and head over to the foster house. You will like it there, I know a little girl, just about your age, her name is Emily…" She kept talking, but I don't remember anymore. As we walked out of the room and through the waiting room -where not even ten minutes ago I sat and made up childish imaginations. Everything seemed so much more dark than it was before, and my heart seemed to have stopped, I shut down.
I lost all magic in my heart at that moment, on that dreary dead October morning.
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A/N: At this last part it almost made me cry, sniff sniff. Well tell me if you like it and if I should keep writing, so please review :) Also check out my one-shot, I love you(that's what the story is called, ahha, but i love my reviewers too)!
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