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Post breaking dawn

I couldn't run fast enough to get away from the psycho following was on me before I could do punched my gut, and kicked my head so hard it bled. Then I blacked out from the pain my attacker inflicted.

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I woke in a hospital. Pain surged through each of my arms and legs. My head was throbbing, spinning, and I was seeing things. My mouth never moved to call to someone, because I was mute and deaf. I didn't have a bad life but, when it came to the deaf house, I was hopeless. I never learned to even say my name aloud yet. Ann Estela was my name and I was practicing to say it a loud but, whenever I would say it to someone they would miss understand.

I didn't move. Someone tall and pale came in my white room.

"How are you feeling?" he mouthed something I couldn't understand I couldn't even hear my own heart beet, or breath.

The man realized I was deaf and nodded and turned back to the door, and shut it lightly behind him.

A few minutes later the man came back in with a young couple.

Had they found me and wanted to adopt me?

The young couple stared at me with concerned, but loving eyes. They seemed as if they already knew me, and were seeing me for the first time in a long time.

They were talking to each other when I came to full consciousness.

I didn't hear this but, you can: "I think you should do it, Carlisle. She looks like she needs to live," the woman looked at the tall blond man with hope. He shook his head.

"She's 15! I think you should at least be over 16 to become one of us, Rosalie. What do you think, Emmett?" Carlisle turned to the other man that was really buff, and his eyes were golden just like the other two.

"I think, well… I want to have a child and I think Rosalie wants one too but, should we really change her? I mean, we could just adopt her and tell her what we are, and she'll be fine until she really can't live in the state she's in now. She doesn't look like she'll live more than a year." He said, sadly dropping his eyes from me and looking at the floor.

"He has a point…" Rosalie mumbled, "We can't let her suffer. She's too young to die, though… this girl shouldn't be without a family, she needs us, Carlisle!" Rosalie pleaded.

Carlisle still just shook his head.

"If we change her, she's going to be 15 forever." Carlisle explained.

"Yeah, never matriculating? That would be a pain." Emmett nodded.

"But what about her! She's only 15, and she's dying! I can't look at her with out feeling like I have to bite her right now." Rosalie put her head in her hands, and Emmett put his arm around her.

"Rosalie….I think your probably right, she shouldn't have to live like this, what do you want to do about it, Carlisle?" Emmett looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

"Fine. But, I think I should bring her to our house first." Carlisle said.

"Sure, but, what about the nurses?" Emmett asked.

"I'll take care of them. Now, let's go," Carlisle walked over to me and picked me up bride groom stile. I tilted my head back to look at his face. He was absolutely the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. He was so cold though. His arms curled around my feverish body. I was starting to lose consciousness slowly slipping away.

"I'll tell them she died." Carlisle said. Everything went black as I stared into Carlisle's eyes.

I started to wake as I realize I was in a car. My head was laying on a woman's lap. so I opened my eyes and tried to speak.

Nothing came out of my mouth.

She looked at me like she was trying not to cry and her ice cold hand was on my head and caressed my forehead with her thumb. It felt soothing so I lay there and fell back to sleep again. I didn't know who the people were but they sure were very nice and I felt safe and peaceful with them. Was she my new mom? I thought about it for awhile she looked a lot like the doctor. Same blonde hair and gold eyes. Maybe that was her brother or something. He was way too young to be her father, or was he?

Someone was patting my arm when I woke next. It was a little girl. She looked about ten years old and she had long bronze curls to her waist and big chocolate brown eyes. Her skin was warm and soft had color but still a bit pale.

She was looking at me funny. Was it a "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" look or "Hi how are you what's your name?" look, I wasn't sure. Someone walked in the room and looked like the kids mother and she picked her up and waved to me. Then she did something I didn't expect from a common person. She sigh language to me.

She pointed to herself and spelled in sign language "Bella." Then she pointed to the girl in her arms and signed, "Nessie." I lifted my arm to find that it had a cast on it and two of my figures had braces. I tried the other arm. A cast as well but no braces. I pointed to myself and signed "Ann Estela." then I signed that I was fifteen and I asked why was I here. She froze and put Nessie down and said something and Nessie ran out the door.

She signed, "My sister adopted you,"

I was adopted!!! My mother must be that blond lady.

I asked her my mothers name.

"Rosalie," Bella smiled at me and sat down on a white rocking chair a couple of feet of from the bed.

"How old are you?" I signed to her.

"20," Bella signed.

"Nessie?"

"8," I watched as her chest lifted in a deep breath and she closed her eyes and laid her head back in her chair.

She looked at peace there. I stared at her for a long time, until I fell asleep again.