Hello everyone. No, I did not die, but school is terrible right now. I decided to re upload the first chapter of this since it was screwed up the first time I uploaded it. Yes, I have begun working on chapter 2 and I will get it up as soon as I can. Until then, this will remain on haitus. Be patient with me and btw, reviews make me very, very happy. :)
Saturday 19 August 2005
My name is Lilie Proctor-Whitlock. I was born in Dresden, Germany on December 13, 1843 to Karin Muller-Proctor and Wilhelm Proctor. My early life wasn't easy. My Vater drank constantly and when he was home, he beat me and my mother-mostly me as I got older. In July of 1851, my Vater took a knife to me and my Mutter decided it was time we go. We moved from Europe to Huston, Texas. When I asked Mutti why Texas, she told me that Vater would never look for us in the American South.
Life was difficult in Texas. Other than the language barrier, we didn't know anything about where we were moving to. Luckily, Mutti was a skilled healer and the town desperately needed one, so she found a job quickly.
We lived on the outskirts of the town, in the farming community. I was always outdoors and enjoyed gardening. My garden often got us by in tough spots, so Mutti encouraged it.
After two months of living in Huston, I met our neighbour's oldest son, Jasper Whitlock. It happened rather suddenly. One minute I was gathering the laundry from the lines, the next he was standing in front of me looking desperate. Apparently, his younger brother had ran off while Jasper was suppost to be watching him. I helped find Daniel and coaxed him to come out of hiding with promises of cookies. After that, Jasper and I became best friends.
We did almost everything together. His Mutter, Caroline, hated that. Whether it was because I was a foreigner or because she didn't think I was good enough for her son, I never found out. Eight years later, when I turned sixteen, I realized I loved Jasper. The next year, 1860, things became complicated.
Caroline had decided it was high time Jasper think about marriage. She began to invite the daughters of society men to meet him, though nine times out of ten, they never saw him because he was with me. After a while, Jasper began to get anxious. He wouldn't tell me why, but I assumed it was because of his Mutter's pressure on him.
In May of that year, Jasper took me out, which was rather normal for us. We walked thorough the sparse landscape to the river where we spent most of our free time. It was there that Jasper did something that I never thought possible. He asked me to marry him.
Lilie stopped writing when she could no longer see through her tear clouded eyes. Setting her pen down, she walked over to her laptop and brought it out of sleep. Opening her email, Lilie found a message from her friend, Bella Swan. Lilie smiled as she remembered meeting Bella. Apparently, Bella's Mutter had been going through a social networking phase and had created multiple profiles on multiple sites. She had also felt the need to create a myspace profile for Bella. Bella had reluctantly began to sure through the site and had stumbled upon Lilie's profile. They began to talk and became fast friends. Lilie had even gone to Phoenix to visit Bella a few times.
Reading the email made Lily smile even more. She had worried about how depressed Bella had been when she moved to Forks to live with her Vater. Things seemed to be looking up now. She had a boyfriend and a wonderful new family. Her birthday was in a few weeks and she was sure that even though she had told the Cullens not to even mention it, they would totally ignore her and probably through a huge, unnecessary party. Lilie laughed a bit as she replied,
Bella,
You're lucky you have people who care enough to
Throw you a party-don't forget that.
Of course I'll come if they do, just tell me when and
I'll fly over. I'm getting you a present-don't argue with me-
You won't win.
See you soon,
Lilie
Leaning back in her chair, Lilie glanced at her journal, but she couldn't bring herself to write anymore. It had taken her weeks-from the time her best friend, Christian, had give her the journal- to now to just wring the first entry. And she wasn't even to the difficult part of her life.
Standing, Lilie walked over to her fireplace. Resting on the mantel were three very old photos. One was of Lile and Jasper when they were fifteen. The second was about two years after the first one had been taken, their wedding photo, and the third was Lilie, looking the age she had stopped aging at, holding a little boy, maybe six months old, in her arms. Tears invaded her eyes again as she picked up that photo. Setting it back down suddenly, Lilie turned away and walked swiftly into the kitchen to get her purse. Bella needed a birthday present, and Lilie needed a distraction.
Buying Bella's present, a new copy of Wuthering Heights and six volumes filled with everything Shakespeare had ever written, came easy. The distraction didn't. After buying the gifts, Lilie wandered aimlessly through the streets of Dresden, stopping every once in a while to look at a vendor's items in the Markt. After a while, Lilie found herself wandering towards the outskirts of the city, towards the graveyard. She walked until she reached a section of the graveyard that was old and run down. Walking over to a particular grave lying under an oak tree, Lilie kneeled down in front of it. On the stone it read:
Rhue in Friden
Oliver Kuno Whitlock
geb. den 29 November 1863
gest. 16 Dezember 1865
Ein Sohn.
Lilie brought her hand up to trace the name on the stone. Ein Sohn. A son. Her son. Choking back a sob, Lilie leaned against the tree and gently brushed off the dirt and leaves that had covered the gravesite since her last visit. Lilie had thought it would get easier as the years went by, but it wasn't. The pain was still as fresh as the day she had buried Oliver. After a few hours, she came to her senses and stood up, not bothering to dust herself off. She bent down and kissed the little stone before picking up her bag and turning, walking back towards the city.
