AN: This chapter took a bit of time to write but i finally got there :) x
disclaimer: i dont own twilight :( :P
Only Hope: Mandy Moore
There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over and over again
So I lay my head back down Sing to me the song of the stars So I lay my head back down I give You my destiny
And I lift my hands
and pray to be only Yours
I pray to be only Yours
I know now you're my only hope
Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing
and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
I'm giving You all of me
I want Your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
Sunlight poured through my window, burning my eyes. I groaned, pulling myself up by my elbow and leaning against the wooden headboard. Sighing, I pulled the covers off before dragging myself into the bathroom. I filled up the sink with freezing cold water before splashing myself in the face. I dabbed it dry, taking one glance in the mirror. My eyes where puffy and bloodshot with purple bruises underneath them. My skin was unnaturally pale, one side of it red from sleeping on it. There was a scab on my lip, due to biting it. I look horrible. I sighed, reaching out to pull the water out of the sink.
"Edward? Where are you going?" His mother asked, her voice floating through the grand room.
"Walking." He yelled, sighing and pulling on his backpack. Esme ran into his arms, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Well don't be all day. Tea will be ready at seven."
"I won't. I'm only going to Mount Galre. I'll be back before six." He promised. She kissed him one last time before he walked out into the rain. The wind hit his pale skin causing him to pull his jacket closer to his toned body. Living in Washington, he had gotten use to the cold and wet weather. Edward jumped into his Volvo, driving miles from Seattle to Forks. Walking- along side his piano- was his escape. Something he could do to get rid of all his fears. Once he was out in the fresh air with the smell of soil under his feet and the birds tweeting from their nest, everything just seemed to melt away. Edward parked his Volvo in a small lay-by, before talking the small trek up to the mountain. The rain was getting lighter, which would make the hike easier. He walked up the familiar path before coming to the Inspiron River. It was as memorising as the last time he saw it. The trees created a canopy over the large river. It's fast flowing water tumbled effortlessly, gliding over the rough rocks. Edward sat on the tiny ridge of rock over looking the river, throwing pebbles into the deep water. He just sat there, thinking, smiling at nature. Slowly time passed, and he just sat there, breathing in the fresh air. He glanced at his expensive watch, realising it was later than he thought. He jumped to his feet, slipping on a puddle. Losing his footing, his arms flailed, trying to regain his balance. Suddenly he was falling. Air whistled past his ears before he made impact with the cold water. The air supply was cut off, water gushing into his mouth. He choked, legs flapping, trying to reach the surface of the water. The dirty water stung his eyes and the rough rocks cut his skin. The current pulled him deeper, to the river bed. The cold water made his body numb and for that he was thankful. His mind slowed down and he slowly sank into unconsciousness.
I yanked my hand away from the sink, choking on imaginary water. My hand flung to my throat and eventually my coughing fit died down. I small scream escaped my lips. That was horrible. It felt like I was him. I could feel what he felt, smell what he smelt and see what he saw.
"You okay?" a concerned voice asked from the other side of the room. I spun round on my heels quickly. It's him! He sat on my bathtub edge, looking at ease. His hair was still an unruly mess and his eyes still glistened. He was beautiful.
"I'm fine." I whispered once I found my voice. "Umm… What was that?"
"A vision." He said simply. I scoffed, walking closer to him.
"Of?" I asked, fearing his answer. He hesitated, his eyebrows fusing together.
"My death." He answered, staring deep into my eyes. I groaned silently, unable to break away from his gaze.
"So, how can I help you? Any unfinished business? Need me to talk to someone? If so I'm your girl!" I explained, trying to make thing more comfortable. He laughed a care free laugh. I couldn't help the smile spread across my face. He gracefully walked over to me, causing my breathing to stop. His radiant face watched me as he answered softly.
"Your name."
I cocked my head to the side, repeating his answer in my head.
"Why do you want my name?" No spirit had ever asked for my name. They came to me for help and I gave it them. I never expected them to strike conversation.
"Well for a start I'm dead. And for some reason I feel drawn this stunningly beautiful girl who can see me. I think that's a good enough reason." He laughed again, staring deep into my boring eyes. I blushed deep crimson at his words. No one had ever called me beautiful (well apart from my family and friend, but I don't think that counts). I averted my eyes from his, staring at my hands, fiddling with Nana's ring.
"Bella Swan." I whispered before taking a peek at him through my eyelashes.
He ran his hand through his amazing hair, smiling widely at me.
"Edward…" He began.
"Cullen?" I smirked. His eyebrows fused together, a look of confusion crossed his face. I couldn't help but laugh.
"So your physic to?" He muttered. I laughed again, grabbing his hand. A jolt of electricity ran up my arm, causing a pleasant feeling. I glanced at our clasped hands to him. His eyes were wide but a smile played on his face.
"Not physic." I plonked on the sofa, gesturing for him to follow. He did with a look of utter confusion plastered on his face.
"I have to show you something." I confessed before switching on the TV. It turned straight onto the news, a picture of Edward covering he screen. His hand flew to his mouth as he started at the TV. His face looked pained as he saw his parents on screen, crying over his death. I stared at him nervously, watching hid every move. Finally his piece finished, and he turned to stare at me. His eyes looked apologetic.
"I have to go see them." He said, standing up swiftly and disappearing.
"Dam it." I muttered before running into my room to get changed. I threw on a white of the shoulder top and a pair of black skinny jeans before running into the bathroom. Once I finished, I walked to the front door quickly, squeezing my eyes shut and picturing the Edward.
"Bella?" Edward's voice rang from behind me, full of confusion.
"Im coming with you." I stated, shrugging into my coat.
"Why?" he asked as I turned to him. I sighed at his beauty before answering his question.
"I can talk to them. Give them closure." I paused. "And you." I finished before walking out the door. I ran to my truck, shielding myself from the rain. Edward was already in the passenger seat, waiting for me. Once inside I revved the old engine before pulling out onto the road. Edward gave me the directions and I followed. He only lived half an hour from me. All that time and he was only half an hour away from me. I couldn't help but laugh when he got frustrated, trying to change the radio station.
"I wont work." I sang playfully. He growled in response and I couldn't help but laugh more. We pulled up to a grand house, exactly like the one in my vision. It was three stories, and was pure white. Leaves ran up the left side and the large front door was place in the centre. I sighed nervously. I turned to Edward, but he wasn't there. He was already standing by the front door. He gestured for me to hurry, causing me to roll my eyes. I rang the door bell, before turning to him.
"Don't leave me." I whispered, looking into his eyes. They softened, smouldering green.
"I won't. I promise." The large wooden door swung open, revealing Edward mum. She was just a beautiful as she was on telly and in my vision. Her long brown hair fall in waves to the middle of her back and her heart shaped face was creased in pain.
"Can I help you dear?" She asked her voice calm and sad. I cleared my throat before speaking.
"Hello Mrs. Cullen. My name is Isabella Swan. Um…" I glanced at Edward nervously. He smiled at me, before mouthing 'Carry on'. I glanced back at Mrs. Cullen and she was smiling at me kindly, but I didn't reach her eyes.
"Would it be possible to speak to you and your husband?" I asked politely. Her eyebrows creased.
"May I ask what it's about?" I braced myself for the door to be closed in my face.
"It's about your son, Edward." I whispered softly, my heart fluttering as I said his name. To my surprise, she opened to door wider, making way for me to come in.
"Thank you." I smiled at her. Me and Edward followed her into the living room where Edward's dad sat, reading a news paper.
"Honey" Mrs. Cullen called her husband. He set the paper down before turning to me and his wife. His eyes were red and bloodshot with purple bruises underneath them. His pale blond hair stuck up in every direction.
"Dad?" Edward whimpered, staring at his father.
"Who's this?" Edward dad asked his wife. She turned to look at me, gesturing for me to sit down. I walked over to the large cream sofa and sat next to where Edward had already moved to.
"My name is Bella swan sir." I hesitated, thinking of what to say next. "I'm here about your son." Carlisle and Esme sat down on the sofa opposite me and Edward, their faces full of confusion.
"I have a message from Edward." I spoke softly, praying they would trust me. Mr. Cullen stood up, towering over me.
"If this is some sick joke then you have come to the wrong house." He explained calmly. Esme tugged on his arm, pulling him to sit back down.
"Let her explain, Carlisle." His wife whispered. He nodded weakly. I turned to Edward, waiting for him to say something.
"Tell them 'I'm not dead, I only think I am.' It's something my dad use to say to me when i was little. Like 'Your not sick, you only think you are'. " He smiled. I nodded before turning back to his parents.
"Edward says 'He's not dead, he only thinks he is.'" Mr. Cullen's mouth flew open and Esme gasped.
"How did you know that?" she asked, her lip trembling.
"Edward told me." I smiled weakly.
"But how?!" Carlisle whispered his mouth still wide.
"I have been able to talk to spirits since I was four." I began. "I saw my mum after she died in a car accident. Ever since then I can communicate with ghost." I paused, and waited for Edward to say something.
"Tell them I love them. Tell them how it happened." He whispered in my ear. His breathe tickled but I tried to compose myself.
"He says that he loves you. And he wants me to tell you what happened that day." And with that I explained how their son died.
and the 'Im not dead, i only think i am' is something my dad will always say :)
say im ill and he will go 'your not ill you only think you are'
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