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Chapter 9: Oh No

Angel's POV

This woman was back. My light. She protects me. I don't know why yet. She trust that m an, the gentle one. After he figured out that I can't talk. He didn't tell me why I can't talk but, it is peaceful actually. I don't have to try so hard to survive. Right now I think I can handle only answering yes or no question. I couldn't help but smile a little bit at this. This lady…Esme her name was, trust him so for now I can trust him too. Maybe in time he can become my security blanket. One that I know will protect me, but for now he is just a doctor that wants to do what is right. I understand that. I think.

-Cough-

Someone coughed from behind the lady. I was slightly afraid, but I knew my light would be strong cage for me. I realized then that I was still holding onto her. She felt safe, and so that made me feel kind of safe too. Still holding onto my light I had a slight tingling power to look up at the group of new stranger. Strangers. That word is one that is dangerous, especially for me. Should I really do it? It can't hurt right? Wrong, I knew that it could possibly hurt me. But I had my light, so I can do it right? Ok. It was a group of kids they all seemed to be close to my age, but if that was true they wouldn't hurt me right? I scanned the group I silently was scanning their ghosts to see if it was safe to go near them.

The biggest one, he could hurt me, or at least his shell could. But when I looked at him better I could see that his ghost was nearly pure white. WOW. Looks are deceiving.

The next one in line was the tallest of them all; he had lots of curly blond hair. His shell was interesting, damaged more than mine, when I looked at his ghost I wasn't surprise. His ghost was scared too, probably from his past. But there was a calming vibe around him. Every emotional. I think we would get along fine.

The next one in line kind of gave me goose bumps. Her shell was smiling. Wow that was something I haven't done in a while. I thought her ghost was going to be happy, but I was wrong, it was vibrating, in a very bad way. Like sobbing shaking. Hmmm. I don't know what to think.

The last one in line; his shell was the most boring. But when I looked at him closer, I was only what you could describe as 110% pure regret. Why is he regretting? What dose he regret?

It was like he read my mind. When I thought that his head shot up and I got a good look at his face. I couldn't help but gasp. I knew him…

Esme POV

Bella made a slight gasping sound. I instantly crouched over her more, because I thought she was scared. But she let go of my shirt. Why? When I looked down at her, her eyes were still focused on my children. Only when she started gently pushing on my shoulders did I get the message.

"Sweetie?" she looked at me "Do you want to stand up?" she could only nod. She was transfixed on my children. Maybe they were the only kids she has seen her age in a while… Being as gentle as I could I picked up my little angel and helped balance her at my side when she started to sway. Even the child size hospital gown swallowed this poor thing whole. It was like she was swimming in a sea of cheep and sterile cloth. Oh the things this child has been through. My eyes started to fill with tears. But I knew I shouldn't show such emotions to my children, mamma bear needs to be strong for her cubs. I pushed back the tears and watched my little angel and my children stare at each other. She looked up at me scared; asking silently if I would protect her. I nodded knowing that she was scared. What she did next scared the crap out me, and my mamma bear instincts. My little cub started slowly and slightly limply walked toward my children. Her eyes only for Edward.

Edward POV

This girl, she was broken, I could see that. But she looked oh so familiar. It was on the tip of my tongue; the top of my brain; the front of my memories; but I couldn't figure out where I had seen her before. Why she was watching my siblings not move, why was she doing that I had no ideas, I was watching her. I know I had seen her before. Well if she was younger then, then her hair would have been shorter. Her face probably less bruised. Oh. Oh no, please tell me I didn't do that. No, she was in danger? I was so young. I instantly regretted not helping the girl I saw in the park. The girl who I had helped once and only asked for her name in return…

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