Okay so this chapter might come become a shock to you later on because- I can't really tell you without giving it away, but I've decided to add a OC and she's pretty awesome, her names Jane and I'd like to say we'll be seeing much more of her for a few more chapters. Okay, this is one of my favorite chapters in Epov only because... yeah anyways read so you know what I'm talking about. Also can someone tell me what they think of Edwards Pov. What could be improved? I can't read Midnight Sun because my computer won't load the file so I'm doing this all on my own and I have no idea about Meyer's creation.
Please Review! I must know what you think about the new added surprise.
Epov
I sat at the foot of my bed watching my journal... yet again. I eagerly clung to the end of the blanket waiting to see the magic writing appear again, but nothing had appeared for the last hour. I had considered giving up my lookout and give it a day. Yet, something was keeping me here.
I sighed and closed my eyes and thought of what was going to happen to me after all this madness had overcome me. Almost all parts of life would be affected by this decision, but I did not hold a single care. It seemed in my own world I did not have to deal with father's collapsing immune system, mother's change, or the real world around me. Instead it was just me and this Crazy Isabella Swan and I felt at peace with this fact.
Ever so slowly I began to open my eye's. My visions blurred for a few moments, but slowly recovers. I can't help but let my head roll down slowly to the direction of my own world and I'm not the least bit scared to see new words appear where my old message was written. I read each beautiful word as they appeared and allowed myself to fall deeper into my own world.
Dear Dead Edward,
You and I both. I believe- well more like I figure, that this has to do something with my mental health 'cause this wouldn't be possible. There is no such thing as communication through a journal, but somehow we might of found a way (if this is real, that is). I don't know how, maybe you do? Either way, I'm trying to over come the fact that you're real and not a ghost because in my gut I have a feeling that your real. One can only wish.
Please write back with all you know.
Isabella "Bella" Swan
I stared down at the entry, feelings I could not explain flew around in my gut and soared high, freely attacking any part of my body they could. It started off as pain and confusion. My head hurt as the feeling ripped and sped through my body bringing up the emotions of jealousy and uncontrollable angry. I stood up pacing my small room and uncontrollably argued with myself, but the question that soared along with anger was nearly breath taking, in a way.
What if Isabella Swan really did exist in 2008?
No, no no no.... No?
As highly impossible this all seemed, what if this was all real and I in fact was never going crazy.
The emotions stopped attacking and flying within my body. They paused, alike myself and stood their place and all at once they questioned themselves the same thing: What if this was real and not Edward's (my) imagination?
Without thought, I ran over to my desk and grabbed my writing utensil's along with my journal. I roughly collapsed into my arm chair and thought of all the ways to prove this theory correct. My leg hung over the side of the chair and my foot hoisted into the air tapping to no particular rhythm. I could think of no ways to prove this thought and my heart burned deeply and the journal began to weigh in my hand.
I lifted my right hand and began to write Isabella, ignoring my fathers coughs from down the hall. I was now in my own world and held no concerns for those in the real world.
Dear Isabella Swan,
There isn't much to say about the day I received the journal. I believe you read the entry and the letter. There for you know that it was a gift from my mother, that is it a gift nothing more. I have no understanding how this communication works, to be quiet honest with you, this is my first time.
Also, I feel like I must assure you that I am no ghost. I live in Chicago Illinois and it's the year 1918. My father, Edward Senior is sick with a horrid flu that is weakening his immune system. We discovered it wasn't the Spanish Influenza and my mother is showing sighs of weakness. My name is Edward Anthony Masen and I'm seventeen and my family and I are apart of the upper middle class system.
I don't know what else to say, but please write back soon.
Yours,
Edward Masen
I searched my letter for anything that was too forward. Maybe, in the future this wouldn't be considered forward at all. Maybe, my entry would be considered slow towards this Isabella Swan. And if all this happens to be unreal then I don't believe it would matter. My mind would be playing the very part I'd want it to and the last thing I'd want was Isabella Swan to be mad at me.
Real or not I believed father when he said an scorned women was something to fear, not the monsters Clive had told me about when I was five and still afraid of the dark and windy nights.
I chuckled softly, and watched my fingers intercross, when I began to wonder, just who was this Isabella Swan? I know nothing about her, as she does to me. I wonder, if my mind was making her up, then what were her traits? What did she enjoy reading? The possibilities were nearly endless and filled me with excitement. But then, again, I began to question myself deeply, what if she was real -or so you could say- what would she be like then?
I ran a hand through my bronze-colored hair and sat in deep thought, when I was interrupted with a loud racketing knock on my door. "Edward," Mother called, her throat sounding horse. "Edward please come out of there; we have guests."
"Coming," I said softly, rising from my bed and walking over to my door. I took in a deep breath and straighten my clothes out, before going down stairs to formally greet myself to ever the random visitors might be.
As, I turned down the hallway I could hear three quiet voices, one being of my mothers the others unfamiliar. One of them sounded older then the other, the other was more delicate and light. Almost of a soft ringing bell. I began to wonder what Isabella's voice would sound like if she were real, or lived in this time period.
"Oh, yes," I heard my mother clap. "Edward has a very promising future; that I can assure you Mrs. Walter."
"I can only expect the best from the two of you, Elizabeth," I heard a stout women's voice say ignorantly before scolding a younger women. "Jane! Fix your skirts. We don't want Edward to see you like that, do we?"
I listened silently, slowly putting the pieces together. It was obvious these two strangers were here to see me, but why? A thought- more like an idea swarmed into my head, as it had done to my parents and I knew I should of expect it sooner: My mother seeking myself a wife.
"Yes, mother," I heard the delicate voice say obediently.
The room went silent and I had decided to drop by as previously ordered. I came immediately into the tea room, where I had heard the voice earlier and found three women sitting in our oak chairs, all looking away from each other and me. I took this time to quickly observe the two strangers whom had come to see me.
A heavy older women, dressed in a deep and unfaltering scarlet red dress sat nearest to my mother. Her scarlet hair was tied up into a tight bun, buckled to the back of her head, making her plump cheeks only look big and rounder. I took notice of her heavily worn red lipstick and cringed lightly.
Taking my eye's off the husky women, I scanned the young women next to her and nearly lost all breath. There she sat in a soft white satin dress, a bow of the same color going around her narrow and fragile waist. She had thick chestnut-colored hair, that flowed down her shoulders and to mid-back. Her skin was milky white and her glowing soft pink lips, there to entice any man.
Mother was the first to take sight of me and pull me out of my unmannerly stare. I flushed as mother smiled knowingly, right before the two strangers looked up to me, surprise etched into both of there faces. The gorgeous young women blushed slightly and looked down at her milky white hands. I imagined her soft hands moving against my skin and gulped heavily, pushing down the feelings of lust.
"Edward," The large women greeted. Giving me a glance at her yellow teeth. "Please come and sit," she invited, motioning to a seat across from the young women and next to mother. I did as I was told and sat down properly. Never allowing my eyes to wonder towards the beauty across from me. "Edward Masen, I want you to meet my beautiful daughter, Jane Walter."
I looked up momentarily and meet gray eyes of the beautiful Jane Walter. My breath once again constricted itself into my throat while I continued to gaze into the gorgeous women's gray-colored eyes. "Pleasure," I muttered clear and loud enough for the three lady's to hear.
Jane nodded her head, almost as if she were in a trance also. I fought the urge to look away and run up to my room and write to Isabella, and tell her of my new feeling's, though I had not known her for long. I trusted her.
"Now Edward," Mother sighed happily. "Why don't you take Jane on a tour of the town-"
"I'm sure she'd like that Elizabeth," Mrs. Walter interrupted. "Wouldn't you darlin'?"
I looked to Jane and saw her blush a light shade of pink. "Yes Mrs. Masen I'd enjoy a walk around town."
Silently, I lead Jane out of the house and down our front step. My heart raced and my palms sweated as I tried to think of anything to say, but nothing came to mind. With Jane standing next to me I felt like a silent fool, I had never seen anyone so poise, nor beautiful in my seventeen years of life and to suddenly have beauty thrust upon me, I was unsure of how to act or what to say. What if I say something foolish?
"Beautiful weather we're having today, isn't it Mr. Masen," Softly said Jane.
I looked to the blue sky and nodded my head in agreement. "Yes, it's been very lovely."
Silence.
I instantly hated the sound of silence. I wanted to hear Jane's voice fill the air with it's natural, gorgeous tone and allow it to let me slip away, into my own world and maybe I'd make an exception to allow Jane to hold a key to the gates and enter whenever she felt like it.
"Mr. Masen-"
"Edward," I interrupted her. She scrunch up her nose cutely and opened her mouth to say something, but I quickly cut her off, " Call me Edward, please."
"Edward," Jane said. "I was wondering where we're going," She questioned hastily. I lifted my head up fully and took notice of our surroundings. I had no knowledge of where we were at, but then again the only thing I could focus on was the sweet smell of roses radiating off Jane. I exhaled deeply, and stood up to my full height to see where we were, but no matter how hard I tried Jane's smell kept me unattached and out of focus of my task.
I laughed out loud at my sudden addiction to Jane and watched as she slowly joined in, laughing along for no reason. And I found this didn't matte for Jane's laugh was perfect and I felt I could never live without it.
To be continued....
Okay so do you hate me? I want you fans/readers to know that this is still going to be a EdwardXBella story. I just needed to add a little extra drama. My friend actually advised this idea to me and I couldn't resist. Anyways, Part Two will be out soon. I already have it written, but I'm going to give it some time before I publish it (SO sue me), but I promise it will be out soon.
Also, I don't know who noticed, but I made Edward Masen Cullen's father have a collapsing immune system instead of the influenza, because I did some research and discovered it's a really quick disease and not slow like I was going to make it.
Reviewers, reviews were awesome and I'd like if you wrote your favorite line from this (or if you're new at this- old chapters) chapter. I got a great amount and I'd like to see that, again! Hope you liked it.
