I felt dizzy as I packed my bags. My mother couldn't die. She was the sweetest woman ever. Everyone loved her. When I was younger, she was my hero. Then I "got a life" as Alice called it, and completely left her behind. I felt my stomach twist uncomfortably...
Balthazar trotted into my room, his dark fur glistening from the rain. He tilted his head to the side and stared at me. Balthy was given to me by Emmett on my fifteenth birthday, before I left home and got a place of my own. Although he was a dog, Balthazar had the same mossy green eyes I had.
My mother's eyes....
"Attention all passengers, Flight 87 to Forks, Washingston is landing.."
I awakened to the sound of seatbelts clicking. The flight attendants were moving around quietly with the speed of trained ninjas. I yawned and stretched, making sure none of my muscles were stiff. There was no morning sunlight shining through the windows in the plane. Only a gloomy, eerie sky. I felt myself shiver slightly. I had no idea why. The plane landed about fifteen minutes after I woke up, and everyone got off as quick as they could.
I finally gathered my bags and trudged sullenly towards the lobby, when a certain pixie-cut, short head of hair captured my attention. It was Alice, here to pick me up like a mommy picks up their toddler from preschool. I knew Emmett was standing next to her because he was tall and he always wore baseball caps like the Seattle Mariners one he wore today. I walked over to them and smiled.
"EDDIE!" Emmett yelled in a booming voice. He always was a little too loud...
"Jesus Christ, Emm. I'm right fucking here." I mumbled sleepily.
He grinned at me and gave me a massive bear hug. I could've sworn I heard a muscle or two break. After a minute, he released me and i turned to my little Tinker Bell of a sister. She gave me one of her dainty hugs and looked me up and down before scowling. I chuckled.
"What, Ali?"
"Edward, what on Earth are you wearing? That flannel of yours smells like you found it on the street."
"I love this shirt, though." I laughed, running my fingers through my hair.
"Ugh." She waved dismissively and started walking towards where Emm's army green Jeep was parked. I walked slowly alongside my brother, hearing him drone on and on about his football scholarship, his new girlfriend Bella, et cetera...
The drive home was fairly longer than I'd remembered. Emmett made Alica and I explode from laughter after the song "Tik Tok" went off and he sang along. He knew EVERY word. The old Cullen house was bigger than I'd remembered, with the south facing glass walls. Emmett parked in the newly built garage, right between Dad's black Mercedes and Mom's silver BMW. I grabbed my bags from the back of the Jeep and headed inside. Not much had changed. My piano was still in the corner of the living room under the stairs, the pictures still in their places. The house smelled of pine and rain. I went upstairs to check my room. Everything was the same everywhere else, too. Then I reached my door and smiled. There was a sign with crude scribblings on it in green crayon that read: "Edward's room. Stay out or die." I touched the paper sign and smiled again. The door opened when I pushed it lightly and I peered inside and grinned.
She had kept everything exactly how I left it. The walls remained stark white, books scattered all over the black leather couch I had. My Cd's were frozen in their shelf against the right wall. I sighed, all the good memories flooding back to me. Just then, I heard a faint, weak cough. I turned to the door and heard it again. It was my mother.
I sighed and stared out the window sullenly before finally heading down the hall to my parents' room.