A/N: So, people demanded more, and they got more. I literally worked on this ALL day today, and it was worth it! I wrote 10,833 words in one day, but had to split them up so they could be posted. People also wanted Jacob, so introduce him to you in this chapter. You'll be seeing a LOT more of him after this. OH, and something bad happens to Lily/Sara in this chapter. Tell me what you think about it!
After Bella got her head together again, she got back to working on the chicken enchiladas, which smelt delicious! When Charlie got home, he looked a little bit wary at the smell of Mexican food. I couldn't blame him. Here in Forks, the closest edible Mexican food was probably down in Southern California. But he was a cop, and was brave in sitting down and trying it, despite what his instincts told him. He seemed to enjoy it, thankfully.
Dinner was almost completely silent, with only a few comments spoken by me, saying how good the food was tonight. I may not be a very good cook, or even a decent cook, but I could sure enjoy the results of a good cook. Towards the end of dinner, either Bella was going to tell Charlie, or I was. Right when I thought she wasn't going to speak, she opened her mouth, so I shut mine.
"Dad?" She asked cautiously. Charlie looked up from his food, and grunted a response.
"Yeah, Bella?"
Bella paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say. I stepped in.
"We just wanted to let you know that we're going to Seattle for a day, a week from Saturday."
Bella jumped in quickly, sending a glare towards me for being so rude.
"If that's okay with you, we mean . . ."
"Why?" Charlie looked surprised, as if he couldn't imagine there was something Forks couldn't offer us.
"Um, I just wanted to get a few books – the library here is pretty limited,"
"And maybe look at some clothes!" I jumped in enthusiastically. Bella shot me a look, but didn't say anything. I knew that she hated going clothes shopping, and that's exactly why I said it.
"That truck probably doesn't get very good gas mileage," he said, almost as if he was trying to get us not to go to Seattle.
"I know, and we'll stop in Montesano and Olympia – and Tacoma if we have to."
"Are you two going all by yourselves?" he asked, and I knew he was suspicious that we had secret boyfriends or something like that, that we would take along with us. Or maybe he was worried about car trouble, I didn't know for sure.
"Yes," I answered for Bella.
"Seattle is a big city – you could get lost," he fretted. Bella sighed before responding to him.
"Dad, Phoenix is five times the size of Seattle – and we can both read a map, don't worry about us!"
"Do you want me to come with you?" I was horrified, and nearly jumped out of my seat.
"No!" I almost shouted, but Bella clasped her hand over my mouth to keep me from speaking.
"That's alright, Dad, we'll probably just be in dressing rooms all day – very boring." She shot a glare in my direction, and slowly took her hand away from my mouth, trusting me not to shout out something again.
"Oh, okay." He spoke, and I could tell that the thought of being in a woman's clothing store for any amount of time immediately put him off.
"Thanks," I muttered, trying to show to Bella that I could play nice. She smiled slightly at me.
"Will you be back in time for the dance?" We both let out a sigh at exactly the same time. I tried to hold back a giggle.
"No – I don't dance, Dad . . ."
He nodded, understanding Bella's problem with being clumsy. But then he turned to me, confused with why I wouldn't go.
"What about you, Lily? The last I heard, you loved to dance. Why don't you take that Mike kid? His mother tells me that you two are pretty close."
I groaned out loud and smacked my hand to my forehead.
"Will people please stop talking about me and Mike?" I sighed, and clenched my eyes shut. "I don't want to let Bella go by herself, and I really do need some more clothes. It is bad timing, but my sister is exceptionally good at that."
"Oh . . ." he muttered. He looked down at his plate, and then looked back up at me. "I'm okay with you dating him, you know that, right?" This time, I literally jumped up from the table, and ran for the stairs.
"Okay! I'm going to my room now!"
I left them both wondering what the hell had happened with me. I sighed once I reached my room, and jumped onto my bed, groaning into my pillow. People need to stop thinking about Mike and I, it was starting to get annoying. Sure, I liked him, maybe a little more than a friend, but people really needed to stay out of my personal life! Seriously! It was none of their business!
There was a knock at the door, someone asking for permission to enter my room. I ignored it. I heard a sigh, and the door opened to reveal Bella. She sat down at the edge of my bed, and I scooted up next to her.
"Do you want to talk?" she asked. I was about to open my mouth to say no, but then I realized that I did. I needed to talk, and I needed to talk bad.
"Oh, Bella . . ." I practically threw myself into her arms, ready to burst into tears at any moment.
"I can't do this anymore!" I started to bawl into her soft shoulder. I couldn't stay here anymore! Sure, it was nice and all, but I missed my mother, and oh God I missed Nicole! And here was Bella, ready to take anything I threw at her. And then there was Charlie, who I still didn't trust. What if he left like my real father did? And then there was Mike, who was always there for me. And there was Angela, and Jessica, and even Lauren for God's sake! And Lauren was a bitch!
I had all these people here, all these people who cared about me, heck, even Edward probably cared about me! And what did I have back home? I had my mother and my best friend! This was too much to handle! I didn't know if I wanted to stay or if I wanted to go. And then, my head started swimming.
Suddenly, I felt short of breath, and I panted, trying to catch my breath. I knew immediately what this was. My heart condition was coming back to get me, as this was not the first time this had happened. My heart condition did this whenever I freaked out, or panicked, which I was doing just minutes ago. My chest was being squeezed by some invisible force, and it hurt. Oh Lord, it hurt! I tried to get some air in my lungs, at least enough to warn Bella. I needed to get to the Hospital, and I needed to get there now!
"Lily!" I could barely hear Bella scream as I fell to the floor, not able to move. I felt so dizzy, and the room spun around me like a whirlwind, sucking me into it. I tried to speak to her, only just succeeding.
"Bella . . . get . . . Charlie!" I managed to spit out. I was now lying on my back on the floor, trying my best to stay conscious. I didn't see Bella leave the room, but she must have, because soon there was Charlie, by my side. Bella was cradling my head in her lap, as Charlie told her to do.
I looked up into Bella's tearful face as she was sobbing uncontrollably. I just managed to raise my finger to my lips, and made a "Shh" sound to her. She nodded, and tried to fight the tears, for me. My eyes started to roll back into my head, and I knew that I couldn't lose consciousness, or else I might never wake up. Which would be very unfortunate for me, I might add.
"Stay with me, Lily!"
She gently wiped the sweat off of my face, and pushed my hair behind my ears. I tried to hold onto my life, for her, but my vision was slipping away from me, and the blackness was closing in on me. I fought; I fought as hard as I could, and tried to focus on Bella's terrified face, trying to stay, for her. But soon, I couldn't fight it anymore. I was tired, so very tired, and I needed to rest. Just a little rest couldn't hurt? Right?
I could hear Bella's screams as the darkness took me.
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Bella's POV
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I watched as Lily held a finger to her lips, and shh'd me. I nodded back at her, trying to fight the tears, for her. I saw her eyes flutter back into her skull, and I knew that that meant she would be losing consciousness soon. I couldn't let that happen! What if she never woke up?
"Stay with me, Lily!" I wiped sweat off of her brow, as she was sweating profusely, and tucked her hair gently behind her ear. She looked up at me with eyes that were trying hard to concentrate, and squinted at me. Suddenly, her body relaxed, and her eyes closed.
"Lily!" I screamed at her, shaking her, trying to get her to come back to me. I didn't even know why this was happening to her! We were talking, and then she was crying, and then all of a sudden she slipped off of the bed, and onto the floor. And now she was unconscious lying lifelessly on the ground. I sobbed, not knowing what to do to save her.
"Ch-Charlie! Wh-what's go-going o-on?"I managed to get the words out of my mouth, terrified out of my mind at the sight of my twin so motionless. I didn't even notice that I called Charlie by his first name; I was so caught up in staring at Lily.
"Heart attack." He replied gruffly, and lowered his ear to Lily's mouth. Heart attack? But, why would she have a heart attack? She was a perfectly healthy teenage girl! Charlie seemed calm, probably because of his training as a cop, but I could see the terror in his eyes as he listened to her breathing, or lack thereof.
"She's not breathing!"
With those three words, my world came crashing down around my ears. She couldn't leave me! I wouldn't let her! Charlie interlaced his hands together and put them over her chest. He had already had me call 911, and now we could only wait for their arrival. He pumped down, performing CPR on her limp body.
One pump, and then two, and then three. Another one, and then two, and then three. Pretty soon, the paramedics were there, and had her locked up in a stretcher. They tried to make me stay put, but I screamed at them.
"She's my twin! She's my sister!" Over and over again, I screamed at them. Finally, Charlie talked some sense into them, changing their minds.
"That's Bella's twin. Please, just let her ride with you . . ." They nodded, and I ran to the ambulance, jumping into the vehicle and taking her cold hand in my own. The paramedics were shouting at each other, saying that she didn't have a pulse. I knew enough about medical terms to know that that wasn't good.
It wasn't good at all.
They kept performing CPR on her, with no response. Once we got to the small hospital, they grabbed Lily and rushed into the building, making me stay behind. They went through two huge doors, probably to some operating room, the door shutting behind them. I slammed myself at the doors, trying to open them, but they wouldn't budge. I was sobbing and screaming all at the same time, throwing myself at the doors over and over and over again.
Suddenly, I felt two very cold hands on me, picking me up bridal style and leading me away. The hands were colder than Lily's had been, almost like a block of ice. I looked up to see Edward there, holding me, carrying me away from the person I loved the most.
"Shh . . ." he whispered into my ear, and his velvet voice calmed me down some. I stopped screaming, and soon after stopped sobbing. I leaned into his hard marble arms, and breathed in his fresh scent. When we got to the waiting room, they lead us into another, smaller room. They tried stopping Edward from coming in, saying that he wasn't family, but he spoke a few words to them, causing them to let him pass. Edward put me down once we got to the room, and I collapsed into a chair.
Charlie was pacing the room with tears in his eyes, something I had never seen before. It made me cry just knowing that he was going to cry. I was sitting in one of those hospital chairs, curled up into a ball. Edward sat down next to me, trying to comfort me. I looked up at him, and was shocked at seeing his pained face. He was sad? Did that mean that he cared about Lily?
"Ho-how did you kn-know?" I hiccupped slightly. "How did you know Lily was here?" My voice broke on the last word, showing how pathetic I was. It was strange, however, seeing as he was at the hospital at the same time we got there. How could he have known that Lily was here, and where I was? How did he know where to find me?
"I was at the hospital visiting my father when they got the call that Lilianna Swan was on her way," He lied smoothly. I knew in my heart that it wasn't the truth, but I was too upset to care much about it anymore. I didn't care what he was, or what he was able to do at this moment in time. I didn't care if he was the Incredible Hulk for God's sake! I only cared about Lily!
"Oh . . ." I turned back to the wall, not wanting to speak to him anymore. How could he play with my feelings like this? One second he was ignoring me, and then he was talking to me, only to repeat the whole cycle once again! How could he cause so many emotions within me? I shouldn't let a simple boy have this much leverage over me!
I sighed, my breath shaking, and did something I have never done before in my life.
I bowed my head, and began to pray.
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Lily's POV
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I woke up to something shocking me. I gasped at the sudden pain that spread throughout my body. I opened my eyes to see doctors standing over me with a two paddles on my chest. I was in only my bra, which I was glad they left on, if only for my privacy. I began crying at the memory of what happened to me. I had a heart attack. I had had one once before this, a few years ago when I was thirteen, but it was minor, and I was conscious the entire time.
This had to be much more serious, if they had to use the electric paddles to revive me. Which the paddles usually meant that that person's heart stopped: my heart stopped? That meant that I had died! I had died! But I had to be okay now, right? I mean, I was awake! Right?
"She's still not responding!"
Wait, what? I looked around to see that I was hooked up to several I.V's, and I looked to the thing that showed my heart's pace, only to see that it was a straight line. Wait, I was dead? I sat up, feeling no pain anymore, and looked behind me.
My body was still there.
Holy shit! I was actually out of my body! I started to panic, but stopped when a voice called out to me.
"Sara . . ." I looked frantically around, but I couldn't see any source of the voice, or who it belonged to.
"Still no pulse!" They shouted, but I was less interested in the fact that I was dead, and more interested in the fact that I was hearing voices.
"Sara Manston, do not fear me." The voice belonged to a woman, and was soft and gentle, and made me calm instantly.
"Oh, sure. Why would I fear the amazing floating voice?" Sarcasm laced my tone, and I heard the voice let out a laugh.
"Oh, yes. I am the amazing floating voice, now, am I?" It chuckled. Realization clouded my features.
"Are you God?" I gasped out the question. Now the voice laughed, like really laughed, a deep belly laugh.
"Call me what you wish, though questions like that are quite pointless. I am sure you are wondering why you are here. I have the answer to that."
I gaped at the thin air. I still couldn't see anyone, but that wasn't my biggest concern right at the moment.
"Why am I dead?" I asked, wanting answers.
"Because you had a heart attack." She answered simply. I rolled my eyes.
"No duh!"
She laughed.
"You are dead because you had a heart attack, that much is true, but what you really should be asking me, is why are you not dead?"
Now I was confused. Not dead? But surely I had to be dead! I was floating out of my body for God's sake, and the heart monitor clearly said that I was dead. D-E-A-D.
Dead.
"Ah, it is true that you are floating out of your body, but why you are not in heaven or in hell, should be the real question. Or why is everything not black, if you don't believe in such things as a God."
She seemed to know exactly what I wanted to know, without me telling her anything about it. I smiled, and was about to ask something else, when she cut in.
"And can you go back? Another excellent question, my dear." By this point, I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked back, and saw my lifeless body. I had to quickly look away, not used to seeing my dead body quite yet.
"To answer all of your questions, firstly: you are floating out of your body, and not in heaven or hell, or even just in blackness, because I stopped it all from happening."
I was confused.
"Why?"
"Because, my dear, you have still much to learn."
I nodded. Okay, that answered one question, but what about the others?
"And for the other, not others," she corrected me. I grimaced, not really caring at the moment.
"Can you go back?" She paused for a dramatic effect. Pretty soon though, it was an awkward silence. I glanced around, trying to find the source of the noise and make it speak again. But it was gone, either that or it was teasing me.
"Hello?"
Suddenly, there was a laugh.
"Just teasing you!"
I groaned, and was extremely irritated.
"Can I go back or not?" I practically shouted at the strange voice. I could feel it roll their eyes at me, or at least that's what I imagine it would do.
"Of course! Why would I stop you from dying, and then not let you go back? And here I was, thinking that you were smart!"
I laughed with pleasant joy, and was about to speak when a wave of pain went through my body. I cried out in pain, and held my hands to my chest, where the pain was coming from. It stopped for a moment, and then started again. I cried out, and was thrown backwards, back into my body. After another couple of electric jerks, I felt the blackness close in on me once again. Except this time, I willingly let go, and everything faded away.
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