2. Just Because I'm Losing, Doesn't Mean I'm Lost.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all the characters. I only own the plot.
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Lost! by Coldplay
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The room filled with a lovely tune - melody, more like it. They were practicing for their upcoming Heart of Melodies next month, on October fourteenth. Bella was quite excited, since going into competitions always made it challenging - and she liked challenges. At points, though. And Bella was going to fufill that challenge. They were going to perform the songs "The Show Must Go On" by Queen, "Rise Up" by Drowning Pool and last, but not least, "Lost!" by Coldplay. Since Edward Masen was new, he had to practice more than anyone else, since he is a month late from when school had started.
"More strumming, Fabio," Miss Parker told Fabio Kobi, a dark-skinned boy with a buzz cut. He was a nice kid, not like anyone Bella has ever seen. He never spread any rumors or anything like that. Fabio did as Miss Parker asked and pulled more strings on his electric guitar. Bella focused on her drums, hitting her foot against the clutch so the large, thick drum stick hit against the large drum at the bottom of the set. She took a peek at Edward, who was waiting for when his moment was to come.
Edward had felt a presence looking at him, and he saw Bella from the corner of his eye. To him, Bella was a beautiful girl, with such delicious brown eyes, you would think it was made of chocolate. Her eyelashes were thick, which made her eyes stand out even more. Edward could tell that she didn't even use mascara or any of that other crap - she just went out, just plainly her. She reminded him of his old best friend.
His old best friend lived with him in a orphanage back in Forks, Washington. He was originally born there, but his family died in a tragic tornado disaster. Edward had no siblings. What happened in the past is complicated. He had been ten months old when his parents died. A tornado was coming their way, and his father, Edward Senior, went looking for his mother, Elizabeth. She was in the garage, cleaning it up. She must have not heard the tonardo, or the neighbor's screams, because she was listening to music, the large headphones over her ears. Edward Senior left Edward in the locked up basement with their trained golden retriever, Misha. Edward Senior told Misha to look after Edward until he was back .
But he didn't come back.
That's when Edward was sent to the Forks Orphanage Home and Misha was sent to an animal shelter. He didn't quite like it there. That was until a little girl the same age as him came. He couldn't remember her name or what she looked like, but the only thing her could remember about was her voice and her eyes. Her voices sounded like bells, the chirping of the birds as they sung a beautiful song up in the high tree-tops. Her eyes were like pools of brown. As disgusting as that sounds, her eyes weren't the bit disgusting. Edward could have stared at those eyes for a whole week and not look away - or even blink. He had spent practically half his life with her.
They did everything - from sharing the same gum to drinking out of each other's cups. They didn't find it revolting or anything like that. They enjoyed it, actually. He remembered how he would push her on the swing in the park, and she would giggle and tell him to push harder. He would push harder against her back, and she would go flying. She would get scared and beg him to slow down, and he would.
Because he loved her.
He loved her. He didn't love her like a brother did, he loved her like they were a married couple. Because, honestly, that's what they looked like. They might have been young, but they sure did act like a couple. They weren't even acting, actually, they would just being themselves, and from anyone's point of view, you could see that they loved each other. Edward didn't know what she felt, but he did love her. He loved her a lot. He didn't want to give her up - not yet. She was everything to him. He would do anything in his power to make her happy.
He would wrap his arms around her and sing in her ear, to make her stop crying. He would sing that song in a hushed up whisper in her ear, just to make her happy again. He would do anything, just to see that beauitful, flawless smile on her heart shaped, pale face. It pained Edward that he couldn't remember her name or her face. It was either repressed memories or the incident at nine/eleven.
What had happened to Edward was just awful. What he did to her was just horrible. When he was sixteen years old, Edward had gotten a call from his uncle, Carlisle, who lived in New York with his wife, Esme, and their child, Alice. She was the same age as Edward, and they both contacted each other a lot. Now, Carlisle asked Edward if he wanted to come and visit them in New Yok. Now of course Edward had agree. But he had no idea it was because they were taking custody of him into their family. So Edward had packed up and was ready to head off to New York. But the hardest part was telling her.
They stood in front of each other, face-to-face, and gazed into each other's eyes. Edward had opened his mouth to talk, and finally, words flowed out. "I have to go somewhere today." He explained to her that he was going to New York to visit his uncle and aunt, but he did not tell her that he was leaving forever. He did not tell her that he was leaving because they had taken custody of him. But even though just saying that he was just "visiting" pained her enough. She was teary eyed and wasn't able to speak. "Promise me to be the Bella I knew, forever?" She had simply nodded, and he could see the confusion in her eyes. She was wondering why he was saying these things - like he was going to be gone forever. He had put a small, bronze heart in her hand, that was attached to a large bronze chain. It was his mother's, and it was said that in his mother's will that when she died, the necklace would go to Edward. And since the necklace was now Edward's, he decided to give it to her, so she could think of him. The heart was actually a lockette.
When you opened it, it would play "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley, one of Edward's favorite songs. It was one of Elizabeth's favorite songs also, that is why she had gotten the necklace. Edward hopes, even to this day, that she still listened to it. That song had meant very much to him, and he always sang it to her to make her feel better. And when he had given it to her, he whispered, "To remember me. You may not remember my face, but you will remember this song. I know you will. I hope you think of me everytime you think of this song." He had closed his eyes, and told himself that he could do this. He leaned down towards her, and planted his lips on hers. He didn't know whether this was a romantic kiss or just a goodbye kiss. To Edward, it was both. He didn't know what she thought of it, but to him, it meant everything. He was saying goodbye in the one way he would thought it was best. He loved her, and he knew he would never be able to kiss her - until that moment. "I won't be gone," he said lowly, like his voice was cracking just at the mere thought of leaving her. "Not now. Not ever."
And he had turned on his heel, feeling a lump in his throat, the salty wetness stinging his own eyes, and he walked away.
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That necklace that had been hanging off Bella's neck seemed strangely familiar to Edward. It looked like the one he had given her four years ago. But then he thought about how she was still in Forks. How she couldn't be here. But then again, he couldn't remember her name or her appearance. Only those beautiful eyes of hers and her bell-like voice. It was weird how Bella had the same qualities.
She had the brown eyes and she didn't have the bell voice. Well, she did, but it to Edward, it was like her voice, but only five years older or something. It had been a day since he was new to NYU, and honestly, it wasn't that bad, to him. He liked it here. If only Alice came here. She was at an advanced college. He was excited for the Heart of Melodies competition - but he was also nervous. It would be his first competition at a new school and he was afraid that he was going to slump.
"Miss Parker?" Edward asked nervously when class ended. It was lunch now, but Edward was in no mood to eat. He, instead, was going to stay in the music room and practice his piano playing, since he had missed a lot.
Miss Parker turned to face him before she left for her lunch break. "Yes?" she answered, looking at him through her glasses.
"Would it be okay if I could practice my piano playing?" He hadn't been this nervous since his first day at NYU - which was just yesturday. "You know, so I could catch up with everyone. . . ?"
Miss Parker looked at him, and he knew she was thinking. Time passed very slowly, and she finally answered him. "Yes, you may," she replied. She was about to walk out the door when she stopped, and looked at him. "Don't break anything," she warned. He nodded and set his books door on the floor next to the piano bench, and sat down. What song should he practice? "Three Little Birds"? No. For once, he'll try something new. He thought for a moment as he just his fingers glaze onto the keys and just played something random. He thought of the perfect song - a song that reflected his life and his emotions. The lyrics were like a mirror to Edward's life. They were exactly like him, in every way.
As Edward started playing the song in piano version, he had found himself singing along to it, also. "On the ground I lay, motionless in pain. I can see my life flashing before my eyes Did I fall asleep? Is this all a dream? Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare."
He was always good at singing - everyone told him so. The carewoman at the Forks Orphanage Home, his uncle, his aunt, his cousin Alice. His boss at Delicia, a restaurant he works at. But mostly, he heard that he was excellent at singing from her. Everytime he sang to her, she would look at him with pure honesty in her eyes and she would say, "I love your singing. You are the best I have ever heard." That comment had meant a lot to him. And just with that sentence, it made him glow.
"I will not die (I will not die). I will survive. I will not die, I'll wait here for you. I feel alive, when you're beside me. I will not die, I'll wait here for you. In my time of dying," he continued to sing. He knew this song by heart and it was one of his top five favorites. The first on the list was, of course, "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley. Then this song. Next would be "Strawberry Swing" by Coldplay. Then "Stairway To Heaven" by Led Zeppelin. And last, but not least, "Savin' Me" by Nickelback. He loved these songs, and he would play them all the time.
"On this bed I lay. Losing everything, I can see my life passing me by. Was it all too much? Or just not enough? Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare. I will not die (I will not die). I will survive."
Edward had a tragic accident when he was in New York, when he moved in with his uncle and aunt. He went to go visit his uncle at the World Trade Center on September eleventh, but he least expected a plane to come crashing through the building. He would just across the street when he heard a plane. But the noise from the plane was too loud. Edward wondered if the plane was too low in the air. He looked up, only to see death flash by. He watched at the plane hit into the building within ten seconds, and just like that, the plane came crashing down.
Edward turned around, dropping everything that he was holding in his arms, and ran. He screamed for people to get out of the way - but he wasn't running away completely. He waited 'til he was safe, and then when the building was coming down anymore, he ran towards it, screaming for his Carlisle. He went looking, and went deep into the building's destroyed pieces. He got a couple of people out. He had to get a young woman out from underneath a metal bar, but he couldn't do it without trying to go underneath it himself, and pushing her out. And as he pushed her out, the metal bar fell, and hit him on the back, and stayed there. The woman had screamed, but she was safe.
But Edward wasn't. His vision became very blurry, the woman was trying to push the metal bar off of him, but it was too heavy for her to push. And, within minutes, Edward crashed out. He went blank.
"I will not die, I'll wait here for you. I feel alive, when you're beside me. I will not die, I'll wait here for you. In my time of dying."
He had thought he was a dead man for sure. It was like Davvy Jones had taken him aboard the Flying Duchman and asked, "Do you feel dead, Masen?"
Yes. The answer was yes, Edward did feel dead. But he wasn't. He had managed to survive. But his uncle did not. Edward had woken up on a hospital bed only to find Alice at the corner of the room, on those uncomfortable hospital chairs, crying silently. When she realised Edward had woken up, she rushed to his side and started saying how she thought he was dead and stuff. He asked her what happened and how long he was in the hospital for, and she had said he was in a coma for nearly three weeks. Everyone, including the doctors, had said that there was a strong possibility that he wasn't going to make it.
The news was sent on the day that the plane crashed to the orphanage that he had died, since they honestly thought he was dead. Until they heard him breathing. Alice told the carewoman that Edward was alive, but Alice didn't think she told the children there. Alice didn't even think that the carewoman told her. As for Carlisle, Edward was wrong. He had made it, too. Carlisle was actually on his break when the plane crashed, and he was nowhere near the World Trade Center. He had called Edward to let him know that he was actually in a cafe, but Edward wasn't answering. That was when it was too late.
But Edward was still alive. And when Alice had finished explaining everything to him, the first thing he thought was I need to find her.
"I will not die, I'll wait here for you. I feel alive, when you're beside me. I will not die, I'll wait here for you. In my time of dying."
But he wasn't able to find her. He tried calling the phone line to the orphanage, and the carewoman answered. Edward asked urgently where she was, but the carewoman just said that she wasn't living there anymore. That she had left. Edward asked the carewoman where she had went, but the carewoman said that she wasn't able to say anything. Edward knew why she couldn't say anything. The carewoman didn't trust anyone anymore after September eleventh. And she didn't trust Edward. It did hurt Edward that he wouldn't be able to find her, and that the carewoman didn't trust him, but he understood. He couldn't try and find her on his own since he couldn't remember her face or her name. It was tough.
"I will not die, I'll wait here for you. I will not die, when you're beside me. I will not die, I'll wait here for you. In my time of dying."
But he knew that he loved her so much, that he knew that she was still out there somewhere. His love for her would never fade away. Whether she is on the other side of the world or right outside this room.
And at that moment he thought about it, he looked out the music room door, to see if she really was there. But instead, he found a girl standing there, bending down to pick up papers, that seem to have fallen out of her hands and onto the floor. He then realised that that girl was Bella.
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A/N: I love this chapter. Ignore any spelling, grammar or other errors. I hope you guys liked it. By the way, the song Edward sang in the music room was "Time of Dying" by Three Days Grace. Damn, I love that band too much.
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