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Paranormal

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I could tell something was different.

It was light….light came threw my window. I turned over in my bed and looked out my window. There was no fog. I jumped out of bed and looked down through the window.

The ground was covered with snow. My truck was covered with snow. The road was covered with snow. Everything was covered with snow.

I smiled……I would get to enjoy the snow just a little longer.

I dressed quickly in a long sleeved black and white striped shirt, tight legged black jeans, I wanted to hurry up and go so I just grabbed the first shoes my hands touched….which turned out to be my all black chucks.

I fixed my hair, hastily. I found a small all white bow and put it in my hair as a reference to the weather.

Charlie had already left for work when I went down stairs. I took a few swigs of orange juice straight from the carton then grabbed my neon green jacket and my bag. I rushed outside, kicking a few piles of tall snow just for the fun of it. I was excited to get to school. As I started my truck I was giddy as I pulled out of the driveway. I couldn't tell exactly why I was so excited for school.

It wasn't the stimulating learning environment, that was for sure. I wasn't eager to se the people who hovered over me. A little voice in the back of my head gave me a reason why I was excited to go to school. Edward Cullen. I was excited that I would get to see him again. But why?

I then made myself forget about that reason by thinking about Eric and Mike and how teenage boys responded to me different here than in Phoenix. In Phoenix…..boys ignored me……I was just there. When I started dressing like I did then I got looks, compliments here and there, jeers even that I fended off with a "Fuck you". But then here I was….a novelty. I was new.

I pulled into the school's parking lot before I could elaborate with myself further. I got out and leaned against the door, it was still early. Something silver caught my eye. I went and examined my tires. Snow chains. I hadn't even noticed how my truck had handled the icy roads. Charlie had gotten up early and put on snow chains for me. My throat tightened a little. I wasn't used to being taken care of, so Charlie's unspoken concern caught me off guard.

I heard a really odd sound as I was leaning up from examining my tires.

It was a high-pitched screech, and it was fast becoming painfully loud. I looked up, startled.

I saw several things simultaneously. Nothing was moving in slow motion, the way it does in the movies. Instead, the adrenaline rush seemed to make my brain work much faster, and I was able to absorb in clear detail several things at once.

Edward Cullen was standing four cars down from me, staring at me in horror. His face stood out from a sea of faces, all frozen in the same mask of shock. But of more immediate importance was the dark blue van that was skidding, tires locked and squealing against the brakes, spinning wildly across the ice of the parking lot. It was going to hit the back corner of my truck, and I was standing between them. I didn't even have time to close my eyes.

I felt something pull me back against my truck. I opened my eyes. A white hand was in the middle of a large dent in the side of the blue van. I felt a strong arm around my waist. I couldn't hear anything….but I could feel everything. My body moved slowly as my head turned, my eyes followed the white hand till I saw his face. Edward Cullen gazed at me…..his eyes filled with shock and horror. His lips mouthed words but I couldn't understand them. I shook my head, hoping he would understand. I felt the arm around me move and Edward started to get up. I grabbed a hold of his shirt and held on tight. He looked down at me and mouthed more words.

"No," I said….hoping he understood me even more.

He touched my hand, his touch was cold….frozen almost. He wrapped two fingers around my wrist and squeezed lightly……my hand fell limply and involuntarily back to the ground. All the sudden I could hear again.

"I'm sorry Bella," Edward said and was gone.

I heard screaming and shouts. I heard people calling for ambulances. People calling out my name. People crowding around me, talking to me……but I couldn't talk back.

Jessica leaned down toward me. "Bella! Can you move?"

I nodded. I needed to get up, I needed to ask him what just happened…..how he stopped that van.

I started to push myself up but everyone kept telling me to just sit still.

EMTs came a few seconds later. I tried to refuse the ambulance, I was fine, but they made me. I felt so embarrassed when they put the neck brace around my neck.

I tried to think of a logical reason of how Edward did what he did, as we rode to the hospital. Everything passed threw my mind.

They put me in the emergency room, which was merely a line of white beds surrounded by pastel curtains.

A nurse poked and prodded at me. She put an arm cuff on me and took my temperature. As soon as she left I quickly pulled at the Velcro on the neck brace and got it off. I stuffed it under the bed.

Then another flurry of people brought in another stretcher. I recognized Tyler Crowley in the stretcher. He had a large bandage above his left eye. As soon as he saw me he nearly jumped out of his bed.

"Bella I am so, so, so, so sorry! I was going way to fast and I hit the ice wrong!"

"It okay….I'm fine," I said as a nurse began to poke and prod at Tyler.

He ignored me and continued to apologize. I rolled my eyes and laid back on the bed.

They wheeled me away some where and I was happy to get away from Tyler. But then I was angry because they made me have x-rays. I kept telling them there was noting wrong with me and I was right. They made me take all my piercings out when it was a waste of hospital money, I was just putting them all back in when they wheeled me back to my place next to Tyler who continued his apologies. I closed my eyes again and laid back.

"Bella…." a small musical voice said next to me. My eyes shot open.

Edward was standing in front of me, smirking. What the hell was he smirking about?

"So what's the verdict?" he asked. I sat up some.

"I'm fine. But they wont let me leave," I complained. Edward chuckled some.

Then a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open. He was young, he was blond… and he was handsomer than any movie star I'd ever seen. He was pale, though, and tired-looking, with circles under his eyes. This had to be Edward's father, Dr. Cullen.

"So, Miss Swan," Dr. Cullen said, in a rather appealing voice. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I said, hoping it would be the last time I would have to say it.

He walked over to me, Edward moving and sitting at the end of the bed by my feet. He felt around my skull, emitting a slight wince from me.

"Tender?" he asked and touch the place lightly again.

"Not really," I said then added in my head, only when someone hits it. I heard someone stifle a laugh. I looked over at Edward as he put his hand over his mouth.

The doctor removed his fingers from my head and looked at me, then sighed.

"Well the x-rays looked good. If you feel any pain take some Tylenol. But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all. Your father is out in the waiting room so your free to go," he said with a smile.

"Can I go to school?" I asked as I flashed Edward a look.

"I might not…..you should take it easy," he said as he picked up my chart.

"Don't worry….I'll tell everyone your alive," Edward said and flashed me a patronizing smile. Dr. Cullen looked up from my chart.

"Well you wont have to do that. Half the school is out in the waiting room," he said. I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Someone better have gotten me flowers then," I mumbled as I got up quickly, too quickly.

I staggered and Dr. Cullen caught me and set be back down on the bed. He looked at me concerned.

"I'm fine," I assured him again.

"Well you were extremely lucky," he remarked.

"Luckily Edward was standing next to me and pulled me out of the way in time," I said and stared at the subject on my statement.

"Oh, well, yes," Dr. Cullen said and suddenly became very interested with the papers in his hand.

Then he started to look at Tyler. My intuition kicked in and I knew one thing: the "good" doctor was in on whatever was up with Edward.

As soon as the doctors back was turned I moved to Edwards side.

"Can I talk to you, in private, for a minute?" I asked quietly. His jaw clenched.

"Your father is waiting for you," he said under his breath

"He can wait," I pressed. Edward sighed and started walking out of the long room.

I followed, more or less ran, as he turned a corner. He stopped and spun around to look at me.

"What?" he asked, annoyed. His eyes were cold and all the friendliness that was in him a few minutes ago was gone.

"You owe me some explanation," I said.

"I saved you life, I owe you nothing."

"You cant just say that what you did didn't happen," I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

He glared at me. "What do you want from me?"

"The truth," I stated. "I want to know how you did what you did and why your lying."

He let out an annoyed sigh. "Cant you just thank me and get over it?"

"Thank you," I said, still expecting my answer.

"Your not going to let this go, are you?"

"Fuck no."

"Then I hope you enjoy disappointment," he said and started to walk away before I grabbed his shirt like I had done an hour or two earlier.

He stopped and looked down at my hand then at me.

"You know what the worst part about being lied to is? Knowing you weren't worth the truth," I said and roughly let go of his shirt.

"Bella wait-" he started to say I walked away from him, he took hold of my arm lightly to try and stop me. I ripped my arm from his grasp.

"Fuck off, Cullen," I said as I walked away, for good this time.

I walked, fast, to the waiting room. Charlie rushed up to me but I told him I was fine. Jessica, Angela, Mike, and Eric were all waiting there too.

Jessica had my bag, Angela had my jacket, while Mike and Eric fought over who was going to give me my white bow that had fallen out of my hair. I took my stuff, thanked them, then told Charlie I really wanted to go home, at which he didn't refuse. I had never been so happy to be in the cruiser.

The ride was silent. I wasn't up for conversation. The whole Edward Cullen thing was still clouding my mind. What the hell was he hiding? Why is his father helping him hide it? Why the fuck cant I get him out of my head?

"Umm…..you'll need to call Renee," Charlie said and hung his head like he was guilty of something.

"You told Mom!" I was appalled.

"Sorry."

I slammed the cruiser's door a little harder than necessary on my way out.

My mom was in hysterics, of course. I had to tell her I felt fine at least thirty

times before she would calm down. She begged me to come home forgetting the fact that home was empty at the moment — but her pleas were easier to resist than I would have thought. I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself.

I decided I might as well go to bed early that night. Charlie continued to watch me anxiously, and it was getting on my nerves. I stopped on my way to grabbed three Tylenol from the bathroom. They did help, and, as the pain eased, I drifted to sleep.

That was the first night I dreamt of Edward fucking Cullen.