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Perpsectives Used: Edward, Carlisle, and Esme

Song Lyrics Used: Three Days Grace "Animal I Have Become"

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I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself…

"Edward please for the last time, tell us what happened." Carlisle seemed frustrated at me, like I cared, though. I stayed slouched in the armchair with my arms crossed. I could still taste the blood in my mouth from my previous punch in the mouth, but I didn't let it bother me. "I got into a fight. Why can't you just accept that?"

"Because you don't get into fights," He said a bit louder than normal. I scoffed and shook my head. "Fine, you want to know? Since day fucking one I've been getting bullied and being called a Foster Boy! And the one time I finally fight back I get all the blame. So yeah, oh and about Jacob he was teaching me how to fight, though that moron didn't even teach offense really just defense and he all of a sudden didn't want to teach me anymore." Esme's eyes widened. "You lied?"

"Wouldn't be the first time," I pointed out. Or have they forgotten about my first month here?

You need to stop! This isn't like you! Just stop—now!

Emmett and Jasper came into the room from all the raised voices with confused faces. "What the hell happened to you, Edward?" Jasper couldn't keep his eyes off my face. I smirked, "I got into a fight."

"And he got suspended from school in the process." I shrugged my shoulders. "So? Can I go upstairs now—please?" Carlisle didn't seem to want to answer, so Esme nodded. "Of course," I took my school bag and went up the two flights of stairs.

Carlisle's Perspective

When Edward was upstairs, I decided to get my feelings out in the open. "What has happened to him? First he begins lying again, now he's a rebel punk ass?" Jasper and Emmett looked at me with wide eyes. "Whoa, what did we miss?" Emmett asked. I sighed and sat on the coffee table to rub my temples. I didn't understand what was becoming of Edward, but I didn't like, not one bit. "Carlisle, you know there's more to it. I know my baby is still in there, but I also think he's hit his breaking point of being treated like dirt." I shook my head, "although that makes sense, Esme. He has no reason to be this way to us." I heard her sigh. "It's a mother thing, Carlisle, you don't understand, but I know Edward better than any of you do."

Edward's Perspective

I threw my schoolbag in my room.

Stop this! You're acting just like him!

My body froze in its stance. I was acting like him? Who the hell was him? Before I knew where I was going, I flipped on the light switch to the bathroom. There in the mirror I finally knew who he was. Brooding eyes stared back at me; a smug look covered his face. My eyes widened when I realized it wasn't my father that I was seeing…it was me. I walked backwards till my back hit the wall. That man was still in the reflection and I sank to the ground. "What's happening to me?" I said in a hush whisper before I clutched to my hair and covering my face in my hands. I was almost scared to look back into the mirror, afraid I'd see him once more. I finally hit a sudden realization: the reason why I never fought back, the reason why I was always afraid to and that was the simple fact of me looking like my father. Granted, I do need to fend for my own well being, I can't expect everyone to fend for me, but at least I knew why now. And the worst part of it all was that I still felt that side of me inside of me just burning and waiting for the next lash out. And that's what scared me.

Esme's Perspective

Just hearing Carlisle refer to Edward as a "rebel punk ass" ripped me. I knew there was more to it. Edward, I can feel the pain and hurt in him. I know he's just fed up with everything.

Edward didn't come down for dinner, so once everyone was done eating, I took my plate and his up to his room. Balancing the two on my arm and hand, I knocked gently at the door. "Edward sweetie, can I come in?" After a few moments of silence, I heard his bed squeak and footsteps getting louder before he opened the door. Just looking into his green eyes, I could see I was more right than I wanted to be. I could see my little Edward in there, seeing the pain, the sorrow, and the awful memories still haunting him. I knew why he was putting up this front, to make himself seem tougher and more a threat than target. Even if Carlisle turns his back on Edward, I never will. I never could. I smiled warmly at him and he smiled a bit back. "Figured you'd be hungry, so I brought you up a plate and I was wondering if you'd like someone to eat with." He took the plate I took off my arm and nodded. "Yeah, sure, come on in, Mom." I felt my smile widen as I went in. Edward closed his door once I was in and I took a spot on the floor. He sat next to me and we began eating. "How's your lip, honey?" I started off the conversation. He swallowed his portion on his fork before answering. "It's okay, endured worse."

"Listen, do you like Forks High school anymore?" He didn't answer, so I pressed onto it. "Be honest,"

"No not really." He said finally.

I wanted to get him out of that place so badly. "Would you consider being home schooled again?" He froze as though in deep thought, but then he sighed. "Rather not, I didn't like it when my parents did it to me, but I don't like Forks either, so I'm honestly damned either or."

"I just thought maybe it'd be best for you. You do have to admit, today was not like you."

"I just hit my point. I knew it'd come sooner or later, I felt it." I knew it. "Do you feel…that person you were hours ago. That fed up and not caring person still? Or is he long gone now?" He shook his head, that tough front was completely gone now. This was my Edward right here with me at this very moment. "No, he's still here, but he won't come out and strike you, though. No worries, Mom. If anything, that other side of me would appear if feeling the need. I did some thinking while I was up here." He added and I listened intently. He looked at me finally and I saw without a doubt, my little Edward—eyes and all. "I thought about what I was doing. My conscious…damn was it annoying me today, kept telling me to stop and that this person I was being wasn't me. It took me a bit of time to realize what it meant, but I looked at my reflection when I came up here, and I couldn't believe what I saw." He bit his lower lip and sighed before continuing, "I saw an exact replica of my father."

I got on my knees and hugged Edward. "Just know that you're nothing like him, Edward." I ran my fingers through his hair as he hugged my waist and buried the side of his head into my chest. "You didn't see what I saw, Mom. Brooding eyes, the smug look, everything. I already can't stand I look a lot like my father as it is, but to literally see my reflection and to see it's him literally staring back at me, it repulsed me. What's worse is I honestly don't think I can control it—control that new side of me. I still feel it inside me."

"Even though you do, Edward, just know that you can control it. It's all in strong willpower, and sweetie you have so much willpower. And you are strong, you may not feel like it, but trust me, you are." I heard him chuckle without humor. "You've always had more faith in me then I ever did."

"And have I been wrong before?" I smiled as his shook his head. I could just see the crooked smile on his face right now. "Nope, never have."

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