Chapter 3~ Breaking Point
Edward was not himself anymore, he could barely even remember his way around the house, the only thing he had on his mind was Bella lying there, unmoving in a hospital bed.
Edward followed wordlessly as he was led by Esme and Alice to his room. He mindlessly did all that they told him, only half listening. They gave him some new clothes and he went to his bathroom and took a shower without thinking, then changed into them without so much as a thought.
Alice eventually went downstairs, saddened by Edward's cathartic, catatonic state and Esme stayed to unpack his things. By evening time everyone had drifted off into their own separate worlds. Emmett watched TV downstairs, Jasper joined quietly in the background. Alice was with Jasper, keeping her troubled mate's company. His thoughts were full of guilt; he knew it was his fault that all of this had happened in the first place. If he hadn't lost control and tried to attack Bella, surely Edward would not have decided to leave for fear of her safety. But Edward wasn't angry with Jasper. No longer did he resent his limited control but at the moment, he didn't feel like discussing it with him. Rose was at the table by the TV, painting her nails. Esme did laundry nearby.
Carlisle knocked Edward's the door, there was no response. He opened it and a strange sensation of déjà vu came over him. Edward was in a pitch black room; he was curled up on half his couch, lying like a corpse. This was exactly the state he was in following the weeks after they had left Forks. It seemed now they were back together as a family and little has changed from before.
Carlisle flicked on the lamp switch and sat next to Edward on the other end of the couch. Edward had still not moved and Carlisle wondered if he even processed that he was there. He decided to speak aloud, just in case Edward's mind had shut out all outside thoughts.
"I've arranged to work at the hospital again. I've made it clear that Bella Swan be one of my patients. I thought you should know that I looked at her files," Carlisle said.
Edward opened his eyes and slowly sat up, stiffly, as if he had been lying like that for a thousand years. He looked ahead at his wall of cds and books with wide black eyes, a sign of thirst.
Carlisle continued while Edward listened to his thoughts; she jumped off a cliff and hit her head on the rocks. The cranial CT scan reported extensive fracture of the frontal and left parietal bone. There were also multiple areas of bilateral cerebral contusion. You know what that may mean for her if she is ever to come out of her coma. She could potentially lose her memory. On what degree I'm not yet sure, but I promise you I will do all I can to keep her alive. But there is only so much I can do if things don't go as planned.
Carlisle stood up and walked towards the French doors of Edward's room, where the wall had been removed for easy access to the surrounding forest.
Her father is dead. No one knows what happened; an investigation is still being done surrounding the attack. It was recent, a few days before she got injured.
Edward's lips parted and he felt as if the world had slipped from beneath him. Charlie was gone, and Edward was too, she was left with no one when she should have had him there for her.
"If Bella's body fails her, there is always another way," said Carlisle.
"What do you mean?" Edward asked, he tensed, feeling a horrible feeling growing inside of him.
"I mean that we still have other options to consider, if we want to save her." Carlisle replied.
With the hollow sound of wind, Edward sprung at his unsuspecting father at vampire speed; the force at which Edward attacked caused them both to fall out of the room, down three stories to the grass below. Carlisle landed on his back in surprise at the unexpected turn of events.
Before Carlisle could get up to stop him, Edward bit into his neck, and he hissed in pain. Edward could have then done further damage, but he felt arms around him, he was pulled off. Edward fought against the interferers and with his freed hand and he bit into one of their arms as hard as he could. He didn't even hear the bone shattering scream, which echoed off the trees. Then he heard the sound of a female voice and he lost focus for a minute. This was the point in which he was immediately pinned down, still struggling against his tormentors.
A soft hand was on his face and he recognized the urgent voice,
"Edward please calm down, stop struggling, it's me," Edward looked at the female over him, stroking his face to calm him, he was in another place, so much that he could not recall who the woman was, but knew unconsciously that she was no danger to him.
"Esme you must get away from him, he's not himself," said another familiar, male voice. Her presence vanished.
The man was somewhere behind him. From where Edward lay he could not see him, this made him uneasy and he thrashed about again, but the arms gripping him were too strong and he just saw more unrecognizable faces. He tried to fight against them, but felt more hands on him, so he fought harder. It was no use; Edward could not get free of their grip.
"Stop it Edward. Stop struggling son," It was a different voice, and then his brain snapped back on, it was Carlisle's.
Edward froze, and he let his arms fall limp and his head fall back onto the grass. He was released. He sat up and turned his head to see the destruction he'd brought within only hours of returning home. His eyes were wide as he got to his feet, he felt as if he'd been punched in the gut by the sight.
Carlisle was now clutching onto his burning neck, which had been viciously cut by razor sharp teeth. He went to examine Emmett, whose arm had been flung into the trees. Alice was next to Emmett who was beside himself in pain. Edward could barely get out his next words, he was so stunned.
"Oh my God, Carlisle I'm-"
Rosalie seemed to come out of nowhere when she said,
"Nice going Edward. Really are you crazy? What is wrong with you?!"
Right now, he was asking himself the same exact questions as she was. He felt physically and mentally weak and he was still not thinking rationally. He just noticed how much his throat was burning and his hands shot up to clutch his neck. He had not drank any blood in at least a month and that, combined with Bella's situation and the thought of Bella being turned into a vampire, was taking a toll on him, and his family.
"Hey," She said. Edward felt a hard nudge to his shoulder. She pointed at her mate,"LOOK."
Edward was speechless, he didn't know a vampire could be so "out of it" until now.
"Rosalie," Carlisle warned.
"He had it coming Carlisle, someone had to bring him back to planet earth for heaven's sake," Rosalie replied.
Edward was steadying himself with the wall of the house. He didn't like the way he was thinking right now, it scared him. To think that he could barely control his emotions, he didn't know what to do so he did the first thing that felt right to him. He fled the destructive scene, disappearing into the forest.
