Cottoncandybl52: thank you! I appreciate your suggestion, but the story is already written (in Italian) and I didn't even consider that possibility, while writing. (Just wait a few chapters and you'll see why).
Musafan: thank you!
English is not my motherlanguage, so, maybe, I made some mistake. Don't fear to point them out: I'll be grateful.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Only Laguna.
4
My room was simply huge. Well, it was huge compared to my standards. Well, thinking about it, all the rooms in that house where enormous, for me. I would have never understood why someone should need so much space. The only negative side of my new room was that it was next door to Edward. But I wouldn't have been there for long. Or, at least, that was the plan.
My things were exactly where I would have placed them, even my drawings on the walls. I would have done exactly what Alice and Esme did.
The room hadn't the glass-wall, like Edward's, but 'only' a large window. On the floor, little pillows were scattered, maybe all that was left of old couches. Knowing my hatred towards beds – they were useless, so why have one? – the only 'soft' thing in the rooms where the pillows. There wasn't even furniture, just an easel and my trunk, the only things I needed.
I had spent the morning trying to find a way to tell my family I was going to die, and failing. Then, after pacing back and forth for awhile, I ended up sitting on the windowsill, a sketchpad on my bended knees and charcoal in hand.
When I heard someone knocking, I answered with an absent-minded "Come in!", my eyes moving from the sketchpad to the view and viceversa.
"Please, don't tell me you've been up here, alone, all day long!" Esme's voice brought me back to reality. I smiled.
"Well... yes. I... didn't know what to do, so I stayed here..." I admitted, guilty. As usual, my hand found its way to the back of my neck. I had a scar, there, made by an ax on the only time I was caught. Obviously, I killed the hangman before he killed me. I was lucky to go back home to him with my head still on my neck and only a new scar to say I've been on the scaffold.
Esme sighed and shook her head. "This is your home, too. You can do whatever you want. Now, come dowstairs with me. It's an order." She smiled again. I left pad and charcoal on the floor and went with her.
Bella
"I know, I'm late." He started, as soon as I got up.
"I noticed." I answered, dry. I didn't look at him. Good, Edward. I'm mad at you, now. "I believe your guest is the reason why you're late, isn't she?" Oh, the look on your face! I'm right! I knew it!
"Yes", he admitted.
"Too polite to ditch a guest?" I asked, glaring at him. "She needed to go hunting, and you went with her, right?" I was standing near the bed, arms crossed.
"No. Emmett went with her. When they came back, Laguna and I argued. That's why I'm late." He aswered, daring to look at me. I calmed down a little.
"You seemed to get on so well..." I sat on the bed.
"Exactly. She was there when Carlisle changed me. I've known her all my life. We fought because she asked me if I've ever thought about..." he lowered his eyes, as if he didn't know how to continue. "...changing you."
I was angry again.
"Why does she care? She doesn't even know me!" I stood again, walking away from him.
"She doesn't know you, but she do know me. She want me to be happy and... no, nothing."
"nothing? What is she hiding, Edward?" there was something he wasn't telling me, I was sure.
"Her life has been an hell, Bella. But it's not my story to tell."
"I want to know what she's hiding, Edward! I don't like her scar!" I don't like the fact that you two are friends, I don't like the fact that you spend the night with her and not with me. I don't like her.
"You don't know her! You know nothing about her! You can't understand! You can't understand her!" and now, it was him who was getting angry. Since when I was so childish? "See you at school, Bella." And with that, he was gone.
Edward
I've never seen Bella acting in that way. I couldn't tell her Laguna's story like I did for Carlisle. Laguna would have never forgiven me.
She was there when Carlisle changed me. Yes. She told me about my mother's death and, with Carlisle, she explained me what I am. She took me home after I left Carlisle and Esme. She had always been my friend. She had always been there for me.
And now, Bella was jealous.
You know nothing about her!
you can't understand!
You can't understand her!
No. I couldn't explain to Bella what Laguna had suffered. Nobody could, but her.
I didn't go to school.
Not now. I can't deal with you, Bella. Not when my best friend wants to die.