Chapter 7
Ezekiel's POV
I was in the meadow; once again on a picnic with Jenny. It was a beautiful day. Her eyes were shining in the sunlight. My skin glowing dully like it usually did in the sun. I leaned closer to her; she leaned closer to me as well. My mouth moved closer to her neck. I thought I was going to drain her of her blood. Instead, I kissed her on the neck. I lifted my face away from her neck. She pulled my face close to hers and we kissed. It was the most perfect scene in the world.
I woke up at that point. It was the time I would usually wake up, but I noticed that my dad hadn't turned off my mom's lullaby like he usually did. I quickly showered and got dressed. I ran up to the main house as quickly as I could. I walked in the door to quite a peculiar scene. "Your turn Edward," mom said. She had just moved a 'Trouble' game piece a few spaces around the board; she was blue. My dad pushed down the dice popper on the board. He rolled a six. "Yes," he exclaimed; an odd amount of excitement touching his voice. "I get to move a person out of jail!" He obviously knew that I was there, he could hear my mind.
"What's going on in here," I asked; an expression of pure surprise in my voice
"It's Jasper's monthly panic attack," Alice said; her high chirpy voice sounded like she had said the sentence a few times before.
"Huh?"
"Every month, Jasper has a meltdown from all the emotions constantly swirling around him; we calm him down by playing board games with him all night to distract him. We usually get finished before you wake up, but Jasper insisted on one more game of 'Trouble'."
"But where are Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rosalie?"
"They didn't want to be a bother since Jasper just wanted to play with Edward, Bella and I."
"Okay, I think I understand."
I left them to their board game. I walked into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. It was just a plain bologna sandwich. I stuck it voraciously in my mouth. "Hungry much," asked Jenny's voice.
"Ack," I swallowed the large bite whole. "When did you get here?"
"Your parents let me in."
"Okay, they really have to tell me when they let people in to see me."
"You said I could come over for you to tell me more about your world."
"Oh yeah, I did."
"So I'll just follow you; I don't know my way around here."
"Alright just follow me."
"By the way, what's going on in your living room?"
"Uncle Jasper's having his monthly meltdown."
"Alright, I'm guessing that's something you're going to explain."
"You guessed right."
I led her to the cottage. I showed her the front room and led her through to the living room. "This is such a cute, cozy little place," she said. She was clearly entranced by the fairy tale-like mystique of the cottage.
"Grandma Esme built it for my mom and dad after I was born," I began; a smile beginning to spread across my face. "It was a birthday present because my mom's conversion to a vampire ended on her birthday."
"I see."
"This is my mom and dad's room."
"Do they get any use out of the bed since they don't sleep?"
"They get a lot of use out of it. But it's not necessarily for sleeping."
"I get the picture."
"I thought you might."
"Hey isn't your room at the end of the hall?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"Then what's that room across the hall."
"It's my old room; as I grew the room changed rapidly as I did, but the room got too small for me when I reached full maturity."
"How old are you anyway?"
"Truthfully I'm seven."
"You're seven?!"
"Yes I am."
I showed her to my room. My room was simple. The walls were painted navy-blue, there was a stereo system with a bunch of CD's near it and a bookcase holding my growing amount of favorite books. There was also my closet, but I honestly never gave a hang about that; I just threw together whatever matched. Jenny sat on my bed. "This thing is comfy," she said joyfully.
"Yeah, if it wasn't I'd never get to sleep. Of course I'd also never get to sleep without listening to my mom's lullaby." I blushed a little bit at what I'd just said.
"What's that?"
"It's a composition of my dad's he wrote for my mom in the early years of their relationship."
"Could you play it?"
"On the CD player or on that thing over there?" I gestured toward the electric keyboard in the corner near the bookcase.
"Which one would sound better?"
"I can play it on either one, but it'd sound better on the CD player; I may know how to play it, but the recording of my dad playing it is much more fluid."
"Alright then, push the button and turn that sucker on!"
I pushed the power button on the CD player and my mom's lullaby came out of the speakers. Jenny began to cry a little when she heard it. "It's beautiful," she said.
"It never failed to put my mom to sleep and it never fails to put me to sleep either."
I sat down next to her on the bed. "Now," I began. A feeling of apathy began to wash over me at the sound of the lullaby, but I shook it off. "I'll tell you all about my world."
To be continued…
