A?N: I tried my best on this chapter. i know i didn't do well on the other one so i tried my hardest on this one. i hope y'all like it. So review and enjoy!
Christopher's POV:
2 Months Gone:
I can't believe I haven't thought of the human diet before. It made me feel way stronger than the animal blood. I felt different on it but it made me feel good. I can't describe the feeling but all I can say is that I' am different because of it. I still don't want to be here and I do miss my family and Cassie but to survive I'm going to do what I know I have to do. I drink the human blood but sometimes I try to not drink it since I can see what it's doing to me. I've been here to long and I need to go back home before I seriously have a change and I'm not the Christopher my parents bought into this world. I knew I didn't heal as fast as other vampires so I look around the 'room' I was in and I find a sharp piece of glass on the ground. I look at it and see that it can do damage. I would never do this type of thing at least I knew it can do some good for me.
While my hands are shaking I take the sharp end of the glass piece and I stab myself in my stomach. I push it in further and I scream as loud as I can. On time they run into the room and see what I've done to myself. Demetri comes closer to me and looks at the wound and sees that it was too much for it to heal. Jane has to leave the room to go get Aro while I'm left there only with Alec and Demetri. When they turn their backs to get some covers to help clean my wound I take the glass out of my stomach and use my vampire speed and run as fast as I can to the front door. It was sunny out so they couldn't follow me without being seen. I fall when I'm almost to the door and I see Alec almost to me and I fight through the pain and run to the door and open it but Alec stops following me when I leave.
"We will come back for you. You won't get far with that type of wound."
"I'm stronger than any of you think."
With that I run out of the sun and I go around looking for a phone to call my parents. I hold my stomach since it was still bleeding and I was hurting. I knew this will save me but I thought I would heal by now but I didn't. That was worrying me but I could care less since I needed to get a hold of someone in my family or Cassie. I didn't care who at this point.
I see a pizza place and I knew they had a phone there. They probably didn't know English well but I knew how to speak Italian and Spanish. I walk into the place and when I see an employee I stop them.
"Avete un telefono che posso usare?" (Do you have a phone I can use?)
"Si, proprio qui. Chi e necessario chiamare?" (Yes, right here. Who do you need to call?)
"La mia famiglia. Non passerà molto tempo" (My family. I won't be long.)
"Prendete tutto il tempo necessario" (Take all the time you need)
"Grazie" (Thank you)
He leaves and I pick the phone up and I dial my house number. It takes time but after two rings my mom answers and I was so relive to hear her voice. I didn't know what to say to her. I'm quiet while she is asking who this is but she gets quiet and says,
"Christopher, is that you?"
"Y…yeah mama it's me."
"Christopher I'm so glad to hear your voice. I'm so glad you're alive. Tell me where you are?"
"I…I'm in Italy but mom please hurry. I don't know if I can survive any longer."
"Stay where you are Chris. We are on our way."
I hang the phone up and sit at a table trying my best to keep my eyes open. This wasn't normal for me. I wanted to go and get help but if I went to a hospital I didn't know how I will explain this. I didn't even know how I can explain my dirty clothes. I hope they get here before night time. I knew if they didn't they will be back for me and I won't be spared. I will be killed for sure.
2 hours later:
The blood was getting worst. I couldn't risk being seen with all the blood going through my shirt. I take the bottom part of my shirt and rip some of it off. I take the ripped part and go under my shirt and press as hard as I can on the wound. I was almost in tears. I was gripping the side of the table as hard as I can. 15 minutes later I hear a horn beeping and when I adjust my eyes I see that it was my father's car. He runs out of the car as I'm trying to walk over to him. I fall into his arms and he sees all the blood. He brings me outside and lifts my shirt up. He removes the shirt piece and sees how bad the stab wound was.
"What did they do to you?"
I shake my head no at him. I wanted this to be blamed on me. I was ashamed to tell my father that I did this to myself but he is a understand guy so I bet he will know why I did this.
"They didn't do this d….dad. I needed a way out so I used a piece of glass to stab myself. I ran out but they said they will be b…back for m…me."
He picks me up and puts me in the back seat of the car but I wouldn't let go of him. I missed my father so much and I wanted him to really help me. I kept closing my eyes and was scared that I might not be alive by the time we get to Forks.
"Chris I know you're scared but I have to drive the car. Just keep talking to me ok son?"
I nod my head at him and he closes the door and starts to drive the car. We talk about almost everything I have missed. Everything else we talked about was random things. When we get to the airport he gives me his sweater to zip up so no one will see the wound at all or the blood. If anyone asks why I can't walk without his help my father will tell them I'm really sick. I hold tight onto my father and wipe the tears away that were going to fall.
We get onto the plane and he sits me up while he sits down then he puts my head onto his stomach while he has his hand on my back trying to keep my clam.
"I'm proud of you Chris. Have you realized that?"
"Y…yeah. I didn't want to disappoint you but if I do die I want you to know I did drink human blood but only to survive."
"It doesn't matter Chris. I'm just happy we got you back."
I hear him get quiet and tighten his grip on me.
"Chris you are going to make it to Forks and we will get you better. We just got you back and I'm not losing you again. Do you hear me Christopher?"
"Y…yes dad."
We stop talking but I knew he was upset upon hearing that I might die. I did this to myself to make the sacrifice for my family for my wellbeing and if I do not make it to home then I know I did live a good life. 13 is too young to die but sometimes god has you die young so you don't die old and suffer. It's better to die young.
6 hours later:
Carlisle's POV:
I didn't hear a word from Christopher since the flight started. We finally land and I can hear my son's heart beat slowing down and his face was very pale. I didn't want to admit this. I didn't want to at all but if I didn't get him to a hospital he will die. I pick Christopher up and run as fast as I can to someone anyone. When I see a guard I run to him and I tell him what happened but I use a different story. I didn't want anyone think he was trying to kill himself.
He calls 911 and I push some of Chris's hair out of his face. I start to cry venom tears while I'm watching my only born son dying. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was blessed with a miracle and now it's being taken away from me.
"Please Chris please son you need to fight this. You have a family that needs you."
His hand squeezes my hand while he opens his eyes and looks over to me. He looked so fragile, so weak and as a doctor I didn't know what else I can do.
"Christopher stay awake. I'm getting you help but you need to keep your eyes open for me."
Christopher nods his head at me and I see tears falling down his cheeks. I wipe his tears away while I see a ambulance pull up. The paramedics run to us and check everything on my son. They put him in the truck while I ride with them. I hold my son's hand the whole way there. Right now I was realizing how human he was. He might have venom in his system but it doesn't heal him like it was expected to. I refuse to lose my son. I refuse to let him go.
When we get inside the hospital one of nurses' block me and won't let me go into the room with him. I almost scream at all but I don't. As much as I wanted to be in there with him I knew I couldn't be. I see through a window while their working on him. They are rushing around trying to save Chris. Then I hear his heart mintor go blank. He had no heart beat and now they were on the clock trying to bring him back to us. I breakdown crying for the first time in my 500 years on this earth. I slide down a wall covering my face.
"No, no, no. Chris please don't do this to us. Oh god please."