Eyes full of dreams...(Desires of the Heart...)
Summary:
This tells the story of how love can be reborn no matter how hurdles prevent it from happening. Eyes full of dreams explores the deepest desires of the heart through Bella Swan, a girl with no identity who loses the man of her dreams to someone she'd never thought of; this questions the concept of true love as it takes her through a roller coaster ride of love, sacrifice and betrayal.
Disclaimer – I don't own this story, that's SM's job. I do own the plot and (maybe) some of my own characters.
Again thanks to Lizzabird for her awesome reviews. Those that are reading/putting this as a favourite story thank you! I so appreciate this and it would really help if you would review and tell me your views on this. So, questions. Questions. Is this story going kinda slow? And does it seem realistic? It would seriously help if you answer these questions in your review so I know what you guys want to read about. And by the way, if anyones asking – No, Edward is not a bad guy or a playboy (no offence, but I've read so many twilight fanfics with this typical cliché LOL). He's just misunderstood and he's got secrets...Well not exactly secrets...He just doesn't find it anyone business. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter although it has taken me a while what with my exams and whatnot, so thank you for being patient! Thank you and Love you all. xx
Jasper – 18
Bella – 18
Edward – 18
(The characters above are in their final year of high school)
Alice – 17
Rosalie – 19
Emmett – 19
Ethan & Masie - 7
Chapter 6 – Baby Isabella
Edward
One week passed by which meant one more week left for our community service at New York Children's hospital. The week has been pretty much hectic; from the end of school day to three hours at the hospital after in addition to the eight hours on the weekends. One week passed by and she still hasn't talked to me, not since the first visit. It's kind of ironic really, before I wouldn't dare talk to her because of the typical high school cliche and what not, but now? My mind is disturbed now that she isn't talking. Not that I care what she does, just that it makes me feel like I've done something wrong, like she's ignoring me:
Bella Swan – What did I do wrong?
The last thing before this that I can remember was both of us in the play room of the hospital and I had just left her to talk to Ethan whilst she talked to Masie. And since then she didn't speak to me, not proper. I mean, she didn't speak to me proper but atleast she would reply to what I asked. Atleast she would do something when I asked (to some extent). Now, the only way she would even look at me was if someone asked her. But even then she would only keep her mind on the task. The thought of this gets me infuriated! Before our class partnering and community service, we didn't even see eye to eye. And by that I mean, I would keep myself from anyone's view. I liked being by myself, it made me think. I wasn't clever and I sure wasn't dumb so it made it easier for me to keep undercover.
Bella Swan – You will be the death of me.
It was now Sunday; 6pm which meant it was now time for my shift to be over. Bella had already left which meant I had to travel home alone, again. Not that I minded, like I said being on my own was good – gave me time to rethink my moments and decisions, what went wrong, what could have been changed. Come to think of it, I sound like some kind of product reviewer or something.
Has it ever occurred to you how diverse this world is? Groups would only stay inside their groups unless they were forced to – jocks, nerds, Goths, punks, emo kids, preps, gangsters and the lot. Is it some kind of a crime to fall in love with someone out of your class? Being 18 meant that I was practically an adult but I had to grow up years ago. You see, falling in love with the wrong person can change the way you see things, but falling in love with the wrong person who dies? It changes your whole life. Completely alters the way you behave. And that's what happened to me. I fell in love with the wrong person. And she died. And somehow in beneath this, it was my entire fault.
Bella Swan – The way you behave makes me feel as if it was my fault too.
Bella
"No he's Ethan's brother!"
The phrase replayed itself in my head, time and time again until I couldn't take it anymore. Such a big lie has been revealed and who do you expect any sane person to take it? How would you expect me to take it?
He was Ethan's brother. The same Ethan with Leukaemia. The same seven year old
with blonde hair and clear blue eyes. The same kid.
And he lied.
He lied about who Ethan was. He didn't even tell me.
Atleast he had a family. Atleast he had someone to look after.
Unlike me.
Maybe we weren't friends and maybe we didn't know each other. But who on earth would lie about something delicate as relationship? I don't know my parents. Never have been. I've been told my mother had abandoned me at birth. There was no records of my father whatsoever. Anyways, it made me disgusted at how poor people were treated. At how I was treated. That's why I wasn't talking to him. Forget it – I wasn't even going to talk to Edward Mason no more. (Though it didn't help that he was always around me at the hospital and even at school. Funny to think, before this I hardly knew who he was).
FlashbackIt was a cold December night and on this specific night, the breeze was strong, howling wind created a sudden dark atmosphere as the young woman furiously rushed to Summerville, banging absentmindedly onto the doors.
She was about seventeen, her brown hair covering her face by the strong wind. She clutched onto a small figure, making sure it was protected against the cold. She wore a black cloak, camouflaging herself from the outside world. The small figure was wrapped around a dark brown cloth, its tiny eyes saw the despair of the young woman.
"You'll be safe here, I promise." The young woman whispered into the ears of the child letting out a load of tears from her own eyes. The child let out a soft cooing sound and the young woman smiled.
"I'm sorry for leaving you here. But I can't look after you right now. I'm sorry my child."
She tried to hold back her tears, her pale skin was flawless even in this dreadful weather. And that beautiful aura was reflected onto her child, her daughter.
The door opened and an elderly woman about 50 look at the young woman and her child.
"Yes?" The elderly woman spoke and then realised the tears dripping from the young woman and the child wrapped around her. "Are you okay, m'dear?"
"Please, help my child."
"Come in, my dear. You'll get ill in this silly rain."
"No, I'm sorry but I must go. Please, take my daughter." Tears flowed from her eyes creating an everlasting flood. The elder woman looked at her as if she was her own daughter and held the newborn baby into her arm.
"Aw, she's beautiful."
The young mother smiled before replying, "Thank you. I must go, promise me you'll take care of her?"
"My child, here at Summerville we take care of every child no matter how they are. Dear, you do not need to leave."
"No, I must go. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to face the questions. I'm sorry. Please look after her. Please look after my baby, Isabella Swan."
"My child, may God bless you. Your child will forever be safe in my arms. Do not worry. Will you ever see her again?"
"I'm not sure, if God wills it then we shall meet again. But I won't be able to see her eyes as her mother. I won't see her soon, maybe not ever."
The baby, Isabella, let out a quiet cry, as if she knew she was being separated from her mother. The young woman kissed the temple of Isabella's head and she gave her, her last goodbye.
"This is the last symbol of me." The young woman said as she took her locket from her neck and fastened it into the neck of the child.
The elder woman smiled in the emotion of sadness and happiness.
"Child, do not worry, little Isabella will be safe here...What is your name?"
There was an awkward silence.
"Marie, Marie Swan."
And with that she ran. Never to be found again. The only sign of her was that unique necklace that lay in Bella's neck which she kept close to her.
End of Flashback
Bella sat on her bed, looking at the necklace, the antique golden colour gleamed from the locket. It was oval shaped, quite unique. Possibly, one of the rare necklaces existing...