Disclaimer: Mrs. Stephenie owns all of these characters –except Elliot - as well as the setting.
I just woke up one day and BAM! This story hit me like an oncoming truck (no pun intended). This story is going to be more dramatic than my other story "More Than Meets the Eye" (which just happened to turn into a humor story P). I hope you guys like it. The first chapter is always shorter than the other chapters. I'll be updating both stories at the same time so to those who like MTMTE don't worry, I'm working on it.
The rain fell down over the hood of the 2000 Sentra my parents drove. I rested on the backseat, regarding the beautiful rain-washed nature that covered either side of the road. All of the creatures within the forest were either taking shelter or hunting for food; I couldn't see one single animal. The agitated ruffling of a map sliced the silence in the car.
"I think we took a wrong turn here." murmured my mother to my driving father pointing at the map.
"Perhaps," muttered my father, peering around the wet roads "Will Andrea mind if we are a few days late?" We were supposed to meet up with my aunt and her family in Washington D.C. but thanks to the dreary weather we sped off course. The GPS couldn't pick up any satellite signals within the forests and not a single human being was in sight. I wasn't worried though.
I played with my hair absentmindedly as I watched the drops of silver splash and dance upon the puddles our car zoomed over them. The cold of the rain seeped through the car and breathed on my skin. The lullaby of the rain sang softly. My eyelids became heavy. My prized green eyes fluttered to a close. I drew the thin jacket over myself as a blanket and laid my head on the puffy pillow I couldn't leave home without. Sleep consumed me not long after that.
My dream was a peaceful one. I pranced and leapt in a vast green field lined with beautiful exotic flowers. The sky had not a single whiff of a cloud. Sunshine streamed into the lush pastures as I danced. My parents lay comfortably in each other's arms beneath the shady trees, laughing as contentedly as I was. A beautiful doe frolicked alongside a breathtaking stag. Their graceful, philandering dance had the three of us completely entranced. The sweet song of birds echoed through the forest. The whole scene seemed to be painted for perfection.
A loud mechanical roar startled me into consciousness. The roar was of a vehicle, a massive vehicle from the sound of it. I kneeled on the backseat, peering behind the back window, through the heavy sheet of rain. The falling drops seemed to become heavier altogether. A flash of lightening illuminated the scene. A throaty gasp was elicited from my pink lips.
"What's wrong Elliot?" asked mother who was still fiddling with that wretched map. Words drowned in my throat as a pair of large, gleaming headlights shone portentously through the thick sheet of rain. My parents were oblivious to the oncoming danger by merely staring ahead on the wet, muddy road. A large cargo truck sped up behind us. The driver's eyes were unable to see the small black Sentra and the fact he was talking animatedly on his phone didn't help.
My father's eyes swiveled to the rearview mirror and his pupils dilated in pure terror. He thrust his hand against the horn and beeped as loud and as long he could. The rain and thunder drowned the sound out completely. The truck was merely eight feet away when the driver saw the sleek black car. He swerved to avoid collision, tires screaming against the asphalt. The large truck was propelled forward by the slick roads. I let out a fearful scream and covered my head with my arms.
With a sickening crunch the rear of the car was crunched into scrap metal as the nose of the truck smashed into it. I was hurled forth, smashing my head against the front seat. Stars danced before my eyes and blood ran down the side of my face. Shards of glass sliced my skin as the windows shattered. Another frightful lurch and the left door was ripped from its hinges. My mother screamed and flailed her arms in panic, trying to reach for my hand. I blinked the blood from my eyes, blindly reaching for her slender hand. The searing pain in my arms and head was engulfed in fear and panic.
The truck ground against the right side of the car, forcing it off its right back wheel. I tumbled through the open door, grazing my arms and legs on the razor-sharp metal which stuck out. I shut my eyes tight and I crashed into the cement with a disgusting crunch. I rolled until my body collided with an enormous oak tree. I coughed out a rivulet of blood. Wiping the thick crimson liquid off my face, I averted my eyes forward.
The sight that met my eyes scarred me for the rest of my existence.
The massive truck toppled over the sleek black car and completely mashed it into the ground. My mother's petrified scream and my father's throaty roar of terror echoed throughout the night before being brutally cut off by the truck. Flames started to lick at the truck's gas tank and no sooner, an extraordinary explosion consumed what was left of the two vehicles.
My body suddenly became detached from the world. I fell to the muddy soil with blood, tears and rain running down my face. Whether it was from blood loss, shock or something else, I never knew.
The stench of oak, medicine and metal invaded my nostrils. I opened my eyes to see a brilliantly lit chandelier hanging over me. A dull, throbbing pain coursed through my entire body. I peered down and found my body mummified in gauze and –in some cases- stitches. I tried to move my arms but they were way too heavy to actually belong to my body. I scanned the room to pass time.
It looked like an aristocrat's bedroom. The bed I laid on had sheets and covers made of silks and satins, a magnificent bookshelf lined with books from this day and age to what seemed like a hundred years ago, an extravagant mahogany desk stood proudly beside the window which opened into a terrace which overlooked the forest – every artist would have killed just for the view – and a beautiful walk in closet stocked full of what I thought were designer clothes. There was an air of antiquity in the room, something that just added to its splendor.
The bronze door knob twisted open and a strangely beautiful man walked gracefully into the room. He wore a white doctor's coat and he checked a clipboard he held in his borderline white hands.
"How are you doing, miss?" he asked me kindly. I narrowed my eyes at him. I wasn't exactly the girl who trusted men just because they were so devilishly handsome.
"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked curtly ignoring his question. The doctor sighed and ran a hand through his thick blonde hair.
"My name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. You are currently in my home situated in Forks, Washington." The dialect he used was one that fit in more with medieval England's noblemen instead of the twenty-first century.
"I'm Elliot Chase." I responded more politely, I always prided myself of having manners that set me apart from the common street filth – I also happen to believe I was an aristocrat in my past life due to the way I acted. "Why am I here, Dr. Cullen?"
"Well," he began uncertainly, probing my bandages for any blood leakage "I was driving down from work and I had happened to find you lying there, bloody and unconscious. I understand the fact I didn't have the right to just pick you up off the street, but no virtuous man - in the right mind – could just leave a wounded person just laying there. I apologize for my rather rash actions."
"You're a doctor, it's basically second nature to save lives." I waved his apology off. He smiled at me kindly. If I were just like those normal teenage girls I would have melted at the first glance of his dazzling smile.
"You're lucky to have survived that accident, Miss Vanguard." murmured Carlisle, scribbling on his clipboard.
The memory of the truck, the screaming, and the horrific explosion somehow found its way back to haunt me. My eyes went blank and I stared at nothing in particular. Despair and misery slowly began to gnaw at my heart, outwards. It felt like a numbing liquid that left nothing but a horrid pain in the heart.
My parents, my supporters, my role models, the only people on this planet who would truly love me…
gone…
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