A/N OK here is chapter 8! Thank vampirechewtoy for that, she reminded me to update :) So yeah, thank you so much for reading, i dont think you know how much it means!
CHAPTER 8
After we took her back to her place, Carlisle called a meeting.
"Alright, today we had a small problem. Someone recognized you Macey," I went rigid "from a picture on my desk of our family. It was a patient actually, who has recently lived in the town you used to live in. They told me that you looked a lot like a girl from their old school."
"Who was it?" I asked quietly.
"Their name was Kristen Reevison." He said looking at me, but I avoided eye contact. She had been my childhood best friend. I had known her from the time I was four, she knew that my dad was a jerk, but she would never know that he was the reason I was 'dead'
"Who was she?" Alice asked curiously. Edward, I really don't want to talk. I'm going upstairs. Can you tell everyone everything for me? I asked Edward mentally.
Yeah, just go take it easy for a bit, I'll come check on you in a while. He responded.
Thanks I said as I pushed my chair out and walked up the stairs to my room. I laid on my bed with my face in my pillows as memories came flooding back. I cried tearlessly for a while. I'm not sure exactly how long.
**Memories**
Kristen and I were doing a play for her mom over the balcony, not something really rare. I suddenly got nervous.
"Kristen, I'm scared, I dunno if I wanna go out…" I said just as she was about to jump out to start our show.
"Don't worry, its just my mom." She encouraged me. I still didn't wanna go… She could tell I was scared.
"Ok, so here's the deal. I'll go and do both parts, and you can stay back here and hand me stuff for each scene, ok?" She asked.
I smiled "Okey dokey!"
We were six. Trying to decide what to do that day.
"Why don't you put your heads together to figure something out?" Kristen's mom said. We were both confused at this but decided to take a whack at it. We put our heads together.
"Crafts!" we yelled together.
We were eight.
"I'm hungry!"I said
"Me too!" Kristen agreed
"Lets make macaroni!"I suggested.
"The green kind!" She yelled in excitement as we skipped to the kitchen. Yes the green sponge bob kind, that was the best!
We were nine. It was snowing. We made a snowman that as taller than us, with the help of her brother Seth. It was easily the best snowman I had ever seen in my nine years. With it's drum stick for a nose and glitter for eyes. Her dog walked up and lifted its get next to the snow man…..
**Memories over! **
I felt an arm wrap around me. It wasn't Edward's strong arm, it was Rosalie's dainty arm.
"I know how it is to miss something." She whispered. "I had it all, like you did. One day, it was perfect, next I was living with a family I didn't even know, just because one person was a jerk. All I had ever wanted in life was to be a mother. That was taken, and I will never get it back. It was rubbed in my face." She said, as she noticed I was actually listening to her. I still didn't want to talk. "You should go see them… your family. You couldn't talk to them or let them see you, but you could go see them if that would make you feel better. I used to always go sit on the roof of my old house and listen to my family talk and everything. It was comforting to hear them." She said. That wasn't a bad idea.
"Would it be ok if I went now?" I whispered my face still in the pillow.
"Of course, just come back soon, I would miss you." She whispered rubbing circles in my back, she was an amazing sister to have. She got up and left my room, closing the door on the way out. I made up my mind to just go see them, I needed to.
I ran for a while, going back to my home town. A place of bitter sweet memories. I went to my school, the winter air making the playground frigid with its creaking swings. I sat down on one and rocked slightly, looking to the slide, the tunnels, the monkey bars, and the little bridge. I replayed memories in my head. I could almost see little children jumping and running around wildly, while laughing and playing tag. I started breathing heavily, I got off the swing and headed to the park.
I could see couples with picnic baskets, little boys with their fathers and a foot ball, and little girls having tea parties with their mothers. This place brought me pain too.
I went to my house. I walked slowly to the old tree by the drive way. I could see a dent in it where that car had hit me. I froze, the scene replayed in my head, pushing my little brother out of the way… seeing my older sister pull my siblings out of the way. I could see my father's crazed eyes in the driver's seat, hatred flamed up in me. I took in a deep breath and headed further up the drive way. I replayed the good times we had in our yard, playing red rover and good egg- bad egg. The time the drive way froze over and we took plastic boxes and slid down it. When Addison jumped from the tree, but ended up breaking his arm. I shook my head and jumped silently to the roof. Making myself invisible I hopped in my sisters always open window, she wasn't in there now. I looked around, it was exactly the same, but there were more pictures hung around the room. I was in a few of them. I looked so different. I picked up a picture and looked at it, this picture was from a week before I had died. It was Beckett and I, in the back yard, he was on my back and we both had smiles on our face, loving the moment. I took a deep breath and set the picture down, and headed out of Meredith's room and to the next door, it was Caitlin's.
Her always closed door opened as I pushed it, she wasn't in there. He unmade bed and the forever cluttered desk had a comforting sense to them. Her TV was left on, like usual. Her room smelled like flowers, like it always had. It hadn't changed. I walked out the door and to the next room.
Addison's room smelled like boys, it was still the same. His Xbox controller sitting on the seat, and the game paused. There were clothes strewn about the room but this had a comforting sense to it. His computer sitting on his messy bed, I inhaled the sent, it was comforting. I backed out that door and to the next.
Beckett's room. His bed made up, with his little animals set in their assigned spots, I had helped with that, he kept them like that. His shelf held his tee-ball trophies and a few game balls. He had his little desk with all of his pictures. There was one of him and I sitting out by the lake, the wind sweeping my hair back and he had his captains hat on. I was breathing heavily. I couldn't stand in here longer. I stumbled out of his room and a step or two outside the next door.
It was mine. I was afraid of what was on the other side. But I sucked in a deep breath and opened the door. It was exactly the same. My posters still covered the walls, my pink bedspread laying perfectly across my four poster bed, my vanity desk with all of my old make up in it, my guitar still sitting in the corner, my candles around the room. I couldn't stand anymore, I fell to my knees, my emotions overtaking me. I sat there a while, and finally decided to get up. I walked to my small closet, looked around, laughing quietly at the Halloween costumes of years past that hung there. My vampire costume, ironic. All of my clothes were still there, on their hangers where I had left them.
The front door opened. I gasped and made myself quiet again.
"Go get ready for bed, Beckett." I heard my mothers voice for the first time since that night in the hospital when she told me she was proud of me. I was afraid if I opened my mouth I would scream.
"Ok, will you come tuck me in?" Beckett asked, I hadn't heard his high-pitched voice in... too long… I heard the pitter patter of his feet up the stairs, I peeked around the door to see him run to his room. He had grown, he looked happier though. I committed his smile to memory. He got ready for bed and crawled into bed.
"Dear God," he started his prayer, "Can you say hi to my sister, I miss her a bunch. I know she's in heaven with you, she was always good." I couldn't move, I was a statue "God, please don't let my dad come back, I don't want him to make any of my other siblings have to leave…" I was violently shaking, "Thank you for my family, God, and please help Momma, she misses my sister a lot, and it hurts her, I can tell…" He trailed off, I couldn't listen to him anymore. I heard my mom coming up the stairs, I couldn't stand up. She came into his room, kissed his head, said good night and closed his door. She stopped in the hallway. She took in a deep breath and walked towards my room, I froze again. My mother slowly opened the door; her sweet sent filled the room.
"Goodnight, Macey." She whispered as she walked in, her dark hair pulled into a loose pony tail, just the mere sight of her made me bury my head in guilt. I felt guilty for coming back, for causing so much pain for my mom, for bringing this upon myself. I shouldn't have come back.
She took in a deep breath and turned out the door, closing it behind her. I had to see Meredith, Caitlin and Addison before I left, so I could never forget them.
I jumped out my window and ran around the house to Caitlin's window and hopped to it. She sat in her huge chair with a binder, watching TV while doing homework. I laughed. Her soft brown hair hung gently around her face, she looked peaceful as she always had.
I leapt from her window to the next, Meredith's room. She had books sprawled across her white comforter, lying on her belly working, every once and a while she would punch numbers into her calculator. I took a deep breath and jumped from her window cill.
Addison… I went to his windows, clothes all around his room, various items mixed with the clothes. A picture next to his bed. It was a picture of myself and him…. His scruffy hair looked the same as in the picture, but he looked a little buffer now. He kisses his finger and put it to the picture that sat proudly next to his bed and he laid out across the bed and slowly dosed off.
It was time for me to go. Although that is the thing I least wanted to do, I had to. I took in one last deep breath, committing the smell to memory, and turned. I knew that I would have to live the rest of my life normally as I could, and I couldn't come and check in on them all the time, this would be my last time here. I ran, fast so I wouldn't turn back like I wanted too. Eventually I made it back home, where I would stay, I promised myself.
"Hey, how are you?" Rosalie asked me tenderly, she was sitting on the couch with a magazine, appearing to be waiting for me.
"Better, actually." I smiled as I sat on the couch next to her.
"I told you it would help." She wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I sat next to her. "It'll get better, I promise." I leaned on her.
"Thank you, Rosalie. I'm really thankful that you're here." I said.
"Welcome, little sister." She smiled.
"Hey your back, little tot!" Emmett smiled.
"Hey, big tot!" I laughed.
"Macey, I've got to show you a few things and we have a few things to accomplish." Alice smiled from the top of the stairs. I nodded and headed up stairs.
"Well, the girl recognized you so now we have to do a little make over. Are you opposed to blonde straight hair?" Alice smiled.
"I guess not, I really don't care at all."
"Perfect. Ok normal hair dye wont work as well on our hair, so I've created this," she went on with ingredients and all, I really didn't care as long as it worked. We started after that and it took a while, but I sat patiently. I was amazed at how well Alice could do my hair; most people struggled with its crazy curls. But then again Alice wasn't most people… She cut a few subtle layers in and straightened it. I actually liked it. Very blonde though, almost white in some places. With being so straight as it now was and it had grown a good bit in the transformation it was almost past my butt.
"Alice, can we cut it just a little its really long…" I asked
"Its not going to grow back, you know that right?"
"Yeah, just a few inches, so it's not passing my butt please."
"Can do," She went back to work, cutting a few inches. Eventually we were satisfied with just the right amount of subtle makeup and were done. It was still only four am… I had two and a half hour until I had to get ready for school.
"I'll be in the back yard working on my powers and crap." I said so everyone could hear. I heard Emmett laugh at my wording.
I wandered out to the back and started seeing how far I could push out my mind reading and fiddling with things. I was growing stronger with my powers, all of them. (A/N if you don't remember all of them its Mind Reading Mind Control Freakish Speed disappear Coma thing Eat human food Blood every month and a half Shield (or break shield) illusions Repel telepathy [put thoughts in your head] and telekinesis sorta empathy very long I know.) soon enough it was time for school.
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I HEARD ANOTHER CRAZY RUMOR THAT IF YOU CLICK THE MAGIC REVIEW BUTTON A GIANT MUTANT LAMP WONT BE TRHOWN AT YOU IN THE NEXT 28 HOURS! wouldnt that just make it a good day?
(a/n boring chapter I know. The next one is crazy, like really really crazy. So don't give up on me yet!)
