Okay, so I wrote this story for "One Picture is Worth a Thousand Words" Contest in which I have to write a story based off a picture I was provided. (The Link for the picture is on my profile if you want to see it!) The picture I got took me days to come up with a story that incorperates all of the elements in the picture and this was the best I could come up with so I hope it works! "A picture is worth a thousand words" Okay, here is where the fun begins! Its a long chapter but its VERY INTERESTING! I promise!
Title: The Guardian
Summary: Bella is the single mother of daughter Katie who is dying of cancer. One day, Bella is at the library when she finds a journal belonging to a tormented "monster" named Edward Cullen. Bella is soon thrust into a world she never knew existed when she meets Katie's doctor, Edward Cullen, who may just be the answer to her prayers.
Author(s): DaisyBell2 (previously DaniCullen426)
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Edward, Bella, Papa C, or anyone else. But I do own Katie, so I call no taking her!
"Find anything good?" Angela questioned as she checked Katie's vitals.
I was once again situated in my usual spot, the only difference was that the journal was nestled under my arm.
"Yeah, I found a really interesting book." Angela nodded her head in approval.
"Good." Angela scribbled something down on the clipboard before placing it back in its original position and headed for the door. "Oh," Angela paused in the doorway, "Katie is being assigned a new doctor. A very cute, single doctor." She winked then disappeared before I had time to respond.
I chuckled, shaking my head, sarcastically thinking, Yeah, cause a man is exactly what I need right now.
I reached for the journal, looking to pass the time, when a soft knock disturbed the usual melody of the room.
I lifted my gaze to see a man, probably about my age, standing where Angela had been moment ago. He was tall, almost reaching the top of the door frame. His hair, the tips brushing across his forehead, was an unusual shade; a culmination of brown and gold, that I could only describe as bronze. His figure was lanky yet I could make out slight muscle definition. The complexion of his skin was pale, a hue of alabaster, the could rival that of an albino. What caught my attention more then any other of his attributes were his golden eyes. Never before had I seen eyes like his. His presence was hypnotic.
"Hello," His voice escaped his smooth lips like flowing velvet, "I'm Doctor Edward Cullen, I'm going to be Catherine's doctor."
Edward Cullen. I did a double take at the gorgeous man standing in the doorway; his posture tall, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and slight confusion.
My mind flashed back to the journal; Yet here I sit, the terrible images of my sin replaying through my mind in perfect clarity, their thoughts screaming out in pain and terror, writing in this journal as the lonely, tormented, Edward Cullen, with one question on my mind; Is it better to die a good man or live as a monster?
There must be a relation of some sort, right? This was just to strange.
My wandering, contemplating mind was thrust back into reality by the soft calling of my name.
"Are you okay Miss Swan?" Edward had already entered the room and was standing at Katie's bedside, doing whatever it was doctors do.
"Yeah, fine. Just tired. And please, call me Bella." I offered a soft smile. The words of the journal rang through my mind. Live as a monster.
My imagination ran wild with thoughts of immortality and other supernatural qualities while the cognitive part of my brain slapped my imagination across the face, slapping common sense into her. There was no such things as monsters, or everlasting life, or anything else. I was just exhausted. Exhaustion usually caused a temporary insanity.
I watched as his slender pale hands ran over Katie's motionless body, wary of his every move.
My father, Charlie, Chief of Police of the quiet town of Forks, Washington, told me stories of his "gut feeling."
"When something don't feel right, its probably cause it ain't. Always trust your gut. Its your voice of reason in a cloud of confusion. It can save your life one day." He nodded curtly, returning to the newspaper.
Something inside me told me to avoid Edward, that there was something about him, something dangerous. It was human instant, to be wary of harmful entities. Every hair on my neck and arms was raised, the silent alarms warning me to keep my distance. Yet I allowed him to examine my daughter.
"Well, it looks like has been no change in her condition. We can increase the chemotherapy, but I'm not sure if it will help much." All I could do was nod. Unfortunately I had heard this before, so that harsh reality wasn't as severe, though still present.
Edward straightened up and headed for the door. "Um, Doctor Cullen." I called after him. Edward paused and turned back towards me.
"Yes?"
"I was curious why Katie was assigned a new doctor." Doctor Ivan Hudson had been Katie's resident since we had arrived. He was an older man, in his late fifties, with a balding head and round features. He wasn't very personal, but from what I could tell, he was a good doctor.
"Doctor Hudson has requested personal time off. And though I am young, I can assure you I am very thorough and I am very well informed about leukemia though my speciality is regulatory and family medicine. I can assure you, Bella, that Katie is in safe hands." I nodded, offering him a soft smile.
"Thank you." I all but whispered, but it seemed he heard me.
His foot was a step outside the room when a small moan escaped the bed. My head shot towards Katie, her figure shifting under the blue blankets. I jumped from the chair, the journal falling to the fall, and ran to the bedside.
"Katie, baby, please open your eyes. Do it for mommy." I cooed. Edward appeared across from me, his eyes on the monitors.
A tear slide down my face as I gazed into the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Her little eyes fluttered, her long lashes brushing her cheeks.
"Mommy?" She squeaked out.
"Yeah baby. I'm right here." I cried, holding onto her fragile figure.
I looked up at Edward. Every part of my body warned me against him, but the moment he enters the room, my comatose daughter awakens. All I could think as I looked into his golden eyes was that he was our guardian angel.
"Everything appears to be normal." Edward noted. He slide the stethoscope from his neck and placed the chest-piece over her heard.
"Katie, my name is Edward. I'm a doctor. Can you take a real big breath for me?" Katie nodded and inhaled a gust of breath, blowing it all out her nose. She repeated this several times as Edward glided the stereoscope across various parts of her body.
"Well, she seems to be fine. Her respiratory is normal. She is awake and alert. I'' have Angela come in soon to take the supplements IV out and put her on a solid food diet." Edward backed away from the bed and turned on his heel to leave. I turned to glance over my shoulder, not hearing the exiting footsteps, to find he was still in the room, his amber eyes transfixed on the fallen journal.
Recognition flashed through his eyes, adding to the enigma that is Edward Cullen.
"Are you okay Doctor Cullen?" I asked skeptically, momentarily leaving Katie's bedside, cautiously approaching him.
"Where did you get that?" His eyes buzzed from the journal to me.
"I bought it at the local library. They were having a book sale." I decided to push my luck, to see how much I could get out of him. "It's very interesting, actually. It's not a book, it's a journal. It belonged to a young man from eighteen-sixty-seven. It's very interesting." Edward didn't say anything. His body was rigid. I decided to go on. "Actually, come to think of it, I think the journal belonged to a man named Edward. And you'll never guess his last name." I paused, searching for a reaction. "It's-"
Before I had time to pronounce the name Edward, moving faster then humanly possible, bolted out the door, disappearing out the corridor. I swore under my breath.
I had gotten the reaction I was looking for. Of course, I had first assumed the journal to have belonged to a relative of his, but now, it was clearly obvious something else, something perhaps, as much as I did not want to believe, supernatural was taking place.
My thoughts were brought back to real life as Katie's soprano voice called me back.
"I'm here baby." I returned to Katie's side and took her tiny hand in mine.
"Mommy, what's going on." Her tender voice nearly broke my heart.
"While sweetie, you're sick. We're at the hospital so they can make you all better. We might be here a while, but it will help." The sweetest smile broke across her gentle face.
"Okay mommy." Her mouth opened wide, forming a misshaped "O". I halfheartedly laughed.
"Maybe you should close your eyes sweetie, you seem tired." Katie nodded her curly blonde head and allowed her eyes to flutter close.
I sighed a breath of relief. We may have won that battle but the war was far from over. Katie still had a massive amount of chemotherapy, several operations, and rehabilitation to endure. Even through it all, there was still doubt that she would live. Medicine could only do so much.
I thought back to Edward, how I had referred to him as our guardian angel. Before Katie had gotten sick, I had always been agnostic. Never true believing but not doubting. The minute Katie admitted I took to the hospital's chapel and stared at the crucifix with tears pouring from my eyes for hours, begging God, or any other spiritual being up there, to help Katie recover. I had never done anything too bad in my life, the usual sins, but nothing more. I had to endure traumas that only a few could understand. I had always been a hard, honest worker, offering my help where it was needed. Before I had gotten pregnant with Katie, I use to volunteer on a weekly basis at the local soup kitchen. I questioned whoever was up there why they were doing this to me, taking me life from me, killing me. When I recovered from my initial hysterics, I bowed my head and closed my eyes. Instead of complaining or bargaining, I prayed, prayed that someone would come and help us, a guardian angel to protect us.
Part of me believed that Edward could actually be the miracle I had prayed for but there was still that feeling in the pit of my stomach that screamed to me to avoid him. How could I avoid the man who was keeping my daughter alive.
The simple answer was, I couldn't.
How did you like Edward's reaction? Good? Bella's hot on the trail and she's not backing down.
And that entire last monologue is where I got the title from :)
Please comment leaving advice and what you liked and didn't like so I can better it before final submission! Thanks!