Happy belated Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it, hope you had some good food. I'm trying to get at least 1 chapter out a week, though that's hard with school. I hope you enjoy!
EPOV:
I fell asleep watching an angel next to me, she was breathing slowly, and I could see her lips moving, though she never said anything. It was a great way to go to bed, though it would have been better if I was holding her. I could only dream.
My dreams had the same angel in them. Except she was my angel, and everyone knew it. She loved me. She knew I was all hers. It was perfect
That changed when I woke up, it was like a nightmare. The angel that I was so fond of wasn't with me. She was gone, and it felt as if I had only dreamed her, such a perfect creature couldn't exist in the real world. And so I was alone. And it seemed as if I had dreamed it all, I was back in my room, and everything was normal. No weird feelings, no amazing brownies, no stunning girls... it was all gone.
Not only that was bad, but Emmett came bursting through my door the second I opened my eyes, and though I felt fine and didn't have a hangover, his voice was like an air horn in my ear, and my head couldn't help but ring after hearing him.
I needed some answers. Why was I so affected by this dream? Was this dream real? Was my angel real? Why did I have an aching in my chest, that would only be fixed with the help of an angel, an angel that I might never get to see again? Why did I even care? Would anybody answer me? What was wrong with me?
Okay, that last one is easy to answer, everything.
My eyes felt like I'd been crying- or bawling my eyes out for hours. Though I didn't have any reason to cry. Even though I was almost 100% sure that I hadn't been crying, I still lifted a hand up to my cheek searching for anything out of the ordinary, maybe some dried tears, or even a hint of water, but there was nothing there, and I kept my reputation for not being a complete girl. Thankfully Emmett didn't get to see me cry.
I needed an explanation and a time machine. I would give anything to go back and see if it was all real, the party, the infirmary, the angel. And if it was real I would have paid so much more attention, to everything, the places, the people, including my angel, an angel, not mine.
I sighed, running my hands through my hair, pulling at the strands, it was painful, but then again it gave me some relief.
I knew I was probably never going to find out anything. If I couldn't remember anything, I doubt anyone else could, and I certainly wasn't going to ask the lady in the infirmary, for fear that it really was a dream. In reality, I didn't want to know if it was all fake.
Though I doubt my brain- no matter how creative- could come up with something as adventurous as that. And I'd never seen anyone so beautiful, so there was no way my brain could have made that up. Or at least that was what I was trying to convince myself. I didn't want it to all be gone.
"What's wrong little bro?" Emmett said from beside me, I had been trying my hardest to ignore him, but I couldn't anymore.
"Nothing Emmett." I snapped at him, shooting him with a glare. Any other day I would have felt bad for being this rude, even to Emmett, though today I didn't care, I just wanted him to get out. Why again did I even give him a key?
I sat back on my headboard, already feeling like giving up. I was going to drive myself crazy thinking about ways to find out the truth.
I watched as Emmett came and sat down beside me. I felt like ripping his face off and throwing it out the window, though I knew Esme wouldn't like that too much. So I refrained, and instead sat on my hands.
"So what's going on?" Emmett asked, his voice burning into me as a match would. I really wanted to throw him out the window now. Couldn't he take the hint? Did I have to tell him to get out? I thought older brothers were supposed to know exactly how you were feeling?
Emmett wasn't going to give up though. I knew that much. He cared. Or at least he tried to, I knew he'd been worried these past few months, in fact after being so empty, it was probably a surprise for me to be acting like this. He was probably overjoyed I was feeling something. Anything.
He would leave until I told him. I really didn't want to because no matter how much he tried he would probably laugh. He was a big goof, and couldn't control anything he did.
"Lots of things... first you need to tell me what happened last night?" I said sighing and leaning back against my bed. I was praying that he would tell me I just stayed in and slept while he and Jasper went out to a big party. Anything but that.
He looked at me, his eyes sparkling as girls would, they were exploding with emotion, and I could tell he was really excited.
"I can't believe you, Ed. I mean it been months since I saw you drink a beer... but getting high? I mean wow man." He said holding back guffaws.
I stared at him, feeling ecstatic, I mean it wasn't just a dream, I wasn't imaging it. It was real! I was ready to beg Emmett to tell me everything that happened- for I didn't remember most of it- but I knew that would just send him on a high and he would laugh some more. So I took control of my emotion and tried to calm down. I wasn't sure how much it would work...
"What happened last night? I don't remember much of it?" I said practically prying it out of his brain if only I were a mind reader.
"well... apparently you were running away from a bunch of girls, got into some brownies, which of course had pot in them, and I was told you ate at least 8 of them? I don't know... but you got spiked man. You were in outer space, so high. At that point Jasper and I didn't know what was wrong with you, so we brought you into the infirmary, and the lady there said you slept for a long time... But I don't know if that's all right or if its all made up, all I know is that you were acting like a dumbass. It was funny." Emmett was holding in giggles after his whole speech.
Though I wasn't paying attention to him, I was reflecting on everything I'd heard. It was all real. All of it. I still felt ecstatic, but now my heart was racing with anticipation of seeing that angel again. I was feeling so much better now that I knew that I hadn't made everything up.
My mood was suddenly on the floor when I realized that Emmett hadn't mentioned anything about a girl. Only "the lady" which I knew wasn't my angel. She was the nurse. I couldn't help the frown that formed on my face. I didn't know if she was real. And if she wasn't, I couldn't force her into existence.
"Emmett..?" I said hoping to avoid any embarrassment he could bring.
"yessss?" He said putting his hand under his chin and putting a smirk on his face. I wanted nothing more than to smack it off of him, but if I wanted answers I would have to keep playing the nice kind brother. So I just looked at him, giving him my best suck up face.
"What happened after that? How did I get back here?" I couldn't just straight out ask him if there was a breathtaking other girl in there with me. I had to work up to that, to at last save some of my dignity.
"Well, you woke up, and I can't believe you didn't wake up the other girl sleeping in there with all your complaining...I dragged you outta there before something bad happened, and brought you back here. And now we're both sitting in your bed and I'm explaining everything that happened. Unfortunately, I can't predict the future, and I don't know what's gonna happen next." Emmett went on and on, though I wasn't listening.
He said there was another girl, and she was sleeping next to me. And my angel was real! And I wanted to kick Emmett out and start thinking of ways to find out how to find her. I needed to find her, I didn't think I could breathe until I did. She was my new mission.
I got up, almost running to the bathroom so I could get ready. I wasn't sure what I was going to go, but I knew that I hadn't felt this excited for anything-maybe ever. I could barely hold myself together, I needed to jump around. I needed to get some energy, I was acting like a hyper 3-year-old.
Emmett watched me run around. He probably thought I was crazy. I probably was crazy. Though when I looked at him I couldn't help but feel even better than before, he was looking at me like I was just his brother, I wasn't the broken in need of help brother who needed his pity. And I was overjoyed that hopefully, all my family would look at me the same way as he was.
I ate breakfast, the warm eggs barely hitting my tongue before I swallowed them, it burned, and I didn't really taste anything, but I couldn't help but shovel them into my mouth even faster.
I practically forced Emmett out the door. I needed to come up with a plan. I needed something to do.
I paced around my living room, thinking.
I couldn't remember her name- hell I could barely remember her face- so I didn't have any way to look her up. I didn't know what classes she was taking. And I certainly couldn't ask the lady who helped me in the infirmary. I really didn't have any way to figure out who she was, or if she even knew that I existed. I couldn't remember if I'd said a word to her.
I walked around at massive speeds now. I couldn't get myself to slow down. My need for her was so big, I could barely contain it in my body. I felt like it was going to come bursting out of me any second.
I finally gave in to my bodies needs, and sat down at my desk, only thinking of other ways I could figure out who she was. I needed a clue, could I get a hint world? Could I do anything to help me out?
I ran a hand through my hair, pulling the strands once again. And I sighed. And I thought.
Sorry its short, again. Im going to make the next chapter longer, and there will be ExB interaction soon I promise. Sorry for dragging everything along..
