Okay, here's Sara's POV! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, so I don't own Twilight
Sara's POV
I was really nervous about meeting this family. No one had wanted to foster me in ages. I knew why; I freaked them out. They didn't like me because of some 'problem' I had. I didn't understand what they meant when they said some things weren't real. Everything is real! How can I tell what's real or not? When Esme and Carlisle came, they seemed kind, but the Liz said not to trust everyone. I didn't understand; who should I trust? How can you tell who to trust?
"What do you want to eat?" Esme asked me. I frowned slightly; I only liked certain foods; on some I threw up though. Liz said it wasn't healthy, and was constantly forcing disgusting foods down my throat. They only came back up again. I could only manage plain fruits and vegetables.
"Do you have any soup?" I asked her.
"I have chicken? Is that okay?" She asked.
"Do you have any vegetable soup?" I asked, "Sorry for being picky."
"I'm sorry, no. Have the chicken now, and I'll stock up some vegetable. Does that sound okay?" Esme asked. I gave up, and nodded. I was so used to throwing up now; it wouldn't bother me if I threw up the chicken soup later.
"Okay dear, I'll just heat it up. Why don't you start unpacking some of your things? Carlisle has taken them up to your room for you. If you want, we can go shopping tomorrow for things tomorrow; you seem to be lacking in quite a few things." Esme said.
"Okay; that would be nice. Thank-you." I said, and headed upstairs. My room was plain, completely. The only colour was my bags in the middle, and they took up a sore amount of the room. Hesitantly, I placed my clothes into the wardrobe and underwear into the chest of draws, placing my only objects on top. They were; my sketchbook, photo album, pendant and framed photo. The picture in the frame was that of my parents; they died, or disappeared, when I was five, and I was found wandering the streets of Port Angeles with that and my pendant around my neck, hold a peculiar image carved onto the stone; it was the image of a howling wolf. Wherever I was, this helped my feel safe. Loved.
"Your soup's done!" Esme called up to me, and I trudged down the stairs. I sat down at the table, and scooped up the soup. It was tasteless in my mouth, and I knew tonight would be one of the worse days. Once I was done, Emmett invited me over to his side, where he was watching the big screen, like the one in the care home Liz had always told me not to watch. I didn't know why. Suddenly, the figure on the screen was consumed by a giant monster, and I screamed, and screamed.
"Help them! Oh my gosh!" I screamed, and started shaking. The screen suddenly turned black, and everyone was facing me. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was shuddering.
"It's not real, it's not real," Esme crooned, trying to hug me. I dropped to my knees, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself. Suddenly I felt my dinner trying to show itself again, and I lurched towards the door which looked like a bathroom, but turned out to be the kitchen. At that point I didn't care; and threw up into the sink. Finally I stopped, and gave Esme a weak smile.
"I'm going to go to bed." I said, and trailed upstairs. But before I got into my room, I heard Carlisle call me into what I assumed was his office.
"Sara, how long have you been being sick like this? Why are you acting as though it is normal?" Carlisle asked me. Don't answer me! Never answer back! My first year in foster care came memories back to me, and I looked down. I heard Carlisle sigh, and run his hand through his hair.
"If it happens again, you will answer me." Carlisle told me, and I walked out the room. I pulled on my night dress, which nowadays some people might consider old fashioned and suitable to wear out in the day, and slid between the covers.
My nightmares had me wake up trembling at two in the morning, and I crept out my room. When I saw no one was up, I tip toed down the staircase, and out the door. In a second, I was running. The forest floor didn't bother me, and I sighed in contentment as I leapt over the 50 yard river. This part of the forest felt more alive, and I wandered further, until I sensed a friendly presence. Suddenly, a giant wolf emerged from the trees, and I stifled a gasp. It was huge! Then suddenly it gave me a friendly grin, and I walked over.
"Hello boy," I said, and wrapped my arms around the large beast. It lay on the ground, and I curled into it. The wolf was boiling hot, and I realised earlier I had been freezing.
"I'm going to call you Wolfie." I said, and I felt Wolfie's chest rise and fall in short bursts, as I heard a throaty choked laugh. Settling in further into his warm fur, I fell asleep.
Did anyone expect that? Here's the next round of the game. Who's the wolf? This question's much easier than the first. same prize applies.
Kate x
