A/N: Like I said in the summary-this is my first fic, so please be kind, but let me know what you think! I'm going to keep writing, and hopefully have the next chapter posted for you tomorrow.

KT :)

also-I do not own Twilight! Stephenie Meyer has the joys of claiming that, not me

Chapter 1: Chocolate Waves of the Ocean

Six year old Edward Cullen sat in one of the large, squishy leather chairs in his father's office at the hospital, trying his hardest to not listen to the sounds going on around him. He wasn't too happy about being here, tonight was supposed to be guy night! He was supposed to get time with his father at the movie, but then his father's beeper went off and after making a call to find out what was going on, he knew something was very wrong, because his father started crying. In all his life he had never seen his father cry. This is why he didn't fight with his dad about coming to the hospital on their day, he knew his father would live up to his promise that they'd go again, and that this was very important for him to be here. His father's tears frightened him, more than the sounds of people running around in the hall outside.

Edward could hear shouts of men as they pushed two gurneys down the hall, a little girl screaming and crying "daddy!! no don't take daddy!!", nurses talking, saying things like "that sick bastard" or "the poor girl" and "she'll be all alone", along with shouts of hospital equipment people needed, and the sound of a machine trying to shock life back into somebody. Over all this he could still hear the little girl crying and screaming for her daddy, this is what was bothering him the most-why was no one helping her?! Where was her daddy!? His young mind was able to come up with the idea that maybe it was this girl's daddy on the other gurney, the one they're trying to bring back to life, but he didn't know. Just as the machine stopped, he could hear nurses and doctors start to cry, saying "we've lost him" and "who's going to tell her?" and the door opened, as his father rushed in. He could see tears still streaking down his father's face. "Dad, what's going on?! why is no one helping that crying girl?" he asked.

"Son, people are helping her she's just very afraid and very sad. She's also very hurt and with her being so afraid it's hard for them to help her without making her hurt more," his father explained in a rush, "I'm going to go try to help her now, please keep waiting here for me. I'm sorry," and with that, his father ran out. Within minutes he couldn't hear the girl crying or screaming anymore. Maybe they had given her medicine to help her sleep, hopefully a teddy bear too to make her feel better. When he had fallen out of the tree last year 'because stupid Emmett pushed him,' he thought, they had given him a teddy bear that made him feel better, hopefully they gave her one too.

He could still hear people crying outside, and it was starting to bother him, he didn't want to be near so many upset people when he didn't know what was going on and he didn't know what to do. Edward knew his father told him to stay and wait for him in the office, but he just had to find a quieter spot, his father would find him. He shuffled his feet forward out the door, walking quickly. No one really questioned what he was doing or where he was going-he was the boss' kid, why would they?! Plus, most of them seemed to be too busy crying, or comforting someone else who was crying. He passed groups of men and women all talking, some angry, some sad, some confused even. As he walked down the hall it got quieter. He passed so many doors, opened and closed, until he got to the room at the end of the hall where it was very quiet. He could see in the window on the door, the room was very dark, no TV on, no light for reading or coloring or playing. 'Emmett would be so bored' he thought as he finished scanning the room. There was just a little girl curled up on the white hospital bed. She looked so small laying there, holding tight to a blue jacket with yellow words on it. Edward had seen jackets like that before, some of the men down the hall had been wearing them. He thought for a second, remembering their sad faces-they were policemen! One of them had said something through his tears before he laid his head in his hands, "Can't believe it...I mean...the Chief!" and another man had patted his back.

Edward had no idea what the man had meant, or why he had been crying, but his six year old mind did know this-this little girl was very sad, and she didn't have a teddy bear to hold! She had white bandages wrapped around her arms and one on her leg too, she looked like she'd been outside playing, her face and clothes a bit dirty. He could see the bandage on her hand had a spot that was starting to turn red, meaning she was still bleeding. He ran and got a nurse to come help her, clean the wound so it'd stop bleeding. As the nurse helped her he kept lookign at her and her hair was so very pretty-the color of chocolate, his favorite candy, and so wavy it looked like the ocean rolling in waves across her shoulders and down her small back, shaking as she cried in her sleep. Her crying made him think. So many people around here were crying and upset about something, it was weird! Even his father had been crying, and he had never seen him cry. Edward looked back in on this girl, feeling so sad that she was alone, he started humming a lullaby for her, something that had randomly come into his mind. He sat outside the door, pretending to be in there helping her, and started crying as he hummed. He felt so sad for this girl-for everyone that was upset-he knew it all had to do with her and the man on the other gurney.

As he was thinking he heard footsteps approaching and his father's voice called to him "Edward!" and he turned to look at his father, who's face was still wet, his eyes red and puffy from crying.

"yes dad?" he whispered, still upset for this girl who seemed so alone.

His father looked past him into the girl's room, muttering something like 'oh Charlie....why you?' before he looked up, new tears in his eyes at Edward and asked "I thought I told you to wait in my office for me, what are you doing here?"

Edward responded quietly, "sorry dad, I just...couldn't stand all the noise! It was so quiet down here, and she looked so alone..." he turned to look back at the little girl still sobbing in her sleep.

His father's face and voice softened as tears started coming out again, "yes, Isabella wouldn't be able to handle the noise at all, so I put her down here and asked everyone to give her room some space until she wakes up. She's been through so much..."

"What happened to her, dad? Why is she all alone?"

"Son, I can't really tell you. Maybe one day when you're older, but I can't right now, and it's not something you need to hear about, nor is it my place or my story to tell."

Edward looked thoughtful for a second, "oh right! Only patients can tell other people about what's wrong with them, not doctors right?!"

His father chuckled, although it didn't sound happy at all, "Yes Edward you're right. You learn so fast. Come on son, time to go home. I'm going to need to talk with your mother about all that's happened before coming back here."

"Is someone going to be with her tonight dad?" Edward asked, worried she'd be alone for the whole night.

"Yes, once I speak with your mother, I'm coming back...I need to be here tonight." He reached out his hand for Edward to take, and as he put his small hand in his father's larger one, he looked back one last time into the room, seeing the girl, Isabella, curled up on the large white bed. As they left the hospital, he knew that Isabella, the girl with chocolate hair like the waves of the ocean, her blue and yellow Forks police jacket, and that lullaby, the melody that popped in his head when he thought of comforting her, would stay in his mind, heart and prayers forever.