The birds are chirping frantically above my head as I looked out through my window. They look happy, in love, in the nest as they move waiting around for the new arrival. The eggshell crack as a featherless baby bird appear, their excited, a family. I sighed as I turned back to my room, I've been home for three days and yet I still cant understand how I can feel so uncomfortable in my own home if I've been here for months. In the day I force myself not to think of them but at night I cant stop the dreams. Charlie gave me a week off before I went back to school for which I was grateful. I headed downstairs and saw Charlie sitting down at the table reading a newspaper. I took some eggs and bacon out of the fridge and got a pot on the stove.
As the egg began heating in the pot the aroma finally hit my nose closing off all of my senses. I began eating the egg straight from the pot, which I usually don't do because I don't like them. I looked behind me as I saw Charlie raised his eyebrow in question.
"I-, Uh, um hungry," I said skeptically.
Charlie grunted and looked at me oddly before going back to his paper. I glance back at the pot and notice I was empty. I took out some more eggs and began cooing them with the bacon. When I was done I set a plate before Charlie and one for me.
"Aren't you full Bella, you ate three eggs just a while ago and now this," he said pointing at my plate full of food.
"Dad," I groaned.
"Okay, Okay, I'm just worried kiddo," he replied.
I forgot Charlie was still talking as soon as the egg touched my mouth. Before I knew It was done, I looked at Charlie and noticed he just started taking his first bite, his fork mid air and his mouth opened. I giggled and carried my plate to the sink washing it carelessly.
I sat on the couch with Charlie for a while watching television. We started this routine so he could be more active in my life as he put it. Baseball was being played again and as I watched the player's movie across the screen I kept picturing them instead of the regular players. But then the scene changed into a memory as I remembered James, Victoria and Laurent walking in the field as they try to disguise me as one of them but end up failing miserably because they could smell me cross the field just as Rosalie said. The memory went passed in a whirled as I saw me breaking Charlie's heart, me scared shitless as we drove to his house, driving to phoenix, the phone call, the letter, me walking away from him to meet James, it being a ruse and him biting me, Edward saving me and his promise in the hospital. It just began to be to much and the pain was causing my heart to feel an excruciating ache but I stopped myself before I got further because I already made myself a promise to put them in a box and not think of it. All of that caused a slight head ache so I told Charlie I was going to lie down. I went to the bathroom, opened the cupboard and took out a Tylenol, grabbed the bathroom water glass and filed it with water. I then swallowed the pill and headed out.
Walking back into my room, crossing the thresh hold I tripped over a lose board causing me to land flat on my face. I got up slowly and looked down at myself and noticed my shirt was torn. Moving the piece of material back I notice a deep gash on my arm. As the blood oozed out of my cut I began feeling nauseous. I began heaving all over the floor as I head Charlie screamed my name. The last thing I saw as Charlie bursting though my bedroom door and then everything went black.
I awoke to the sound of beeping every couple seconds through the room. Bedside me I hear the scribbling of something being written down. I got the feeling like I was laying down a bed, which wasn't mine. The pillow was so soft, yep, that clarifies it that it was my bed. I tried opening my eyes but it felt so heavy. I tried again and they fluttered open but close again quickly at the brightness of the room.
" Sorry," I recognized the voice of Dr. Grandy. The light soon went away and my eyes took in the scenery of the hospital. I groaned at the stiffness of my sore muscles I took in the appearance of the grey-headed man and sighed. I really didn't know why I was here this time the last thing I remembered was eating breakfast with Charlie.
"Do you remember how you got in here," he asked.
"No, the last thing I remembered was eating breakfast with Charlie." A knocking sounded at the door showing the presence of Charlie with a grim look set on his face.
" We'll from what I got from Charlie here you served breakfast and then went to room and about a couple minutes later he heard you scream—." Charlie cut him off
"I came into you room only to see you on the floor in a puddle of blood from the cut oozing from your shoulder and your shirt full of vomit, but before I was able to touch you your eyes rolled back and you lost consciousness."
I processed what he just said but none of it made sense I don't usually vomit from the site of blood and how did I trip if none of my floorboards were loose.
" Dad, - I don't understand what did I even trip on and you know I usually don't vomit from the site of blood."
Charlie face went deathly pale but he only answered part of the question.
"Bella when I lift you up from the floor the board lift up, after I called the ambulance I searched and found some pictures, 2 plane tickets to Jacksonville and a Cd. It was
of pictures of them."
I began hyperventilating, the machine that was attached to my heart went into a frenzy but then it stoop and the line went dead when I heard doctor Grandy's next line.
" Bella you have to settle down, this is not good for the babies."
And that was all it take for my world to turn black.
