-1a/n: I do not claim any affiliation with Stephenie Meyer or Twilight. R&R please
Alice decided to forgive me for my comment, but I had to agree to be her personal, life size Barbie before we left. I didn't really see any reason for it, we weren't going anywhere special. Certainly not anywhere that I would be seen by human eyes. It would be weeks, months maybe before I saw a human face again.
Once in her bedroom, Alice ran to her closet. I sat down, reluctantly, on the pink leather arm chair in the center of her room. Her room was very bright. The walls were painted bright yellow, her curtains were purple. I assumed that all the brightness was due to her dark past. Alice couldn't remember anything about her human life, only that it was very dark. The purple curtains were pulled back to reveal a large window overlooking the river. The sun was still high and bright in the sky, and her room seemed to sparkle like her skin.
I would have to ask her how to do that, seeing as how Edward and I would be sharing a room now.
She returned with a collection of clothing items, some of which looked way to formal for a hunting trip. I didn't know exactly what was entailed in this sort of exhibition, but I knew that I should stay away from dresses.
"Uh, Alice?" I asked as she held up a beautiful, floor length midnight blue backless dress.
"Yes?" She looked at me, not really listening, distracted by the selection of outfits.
"Shouldn't we pick out something a little less…formal? I mean, is this sort of activity a suit-and-tie type of thing?"
"No, but I want to have my fun." She pouted. "You promised!" How could I say no to that? She looked so beautiful and loving.
"How about you dress me for this occasion, then as soon as Edward and I get back, you can do what ever you want." I saw her face light up instantly and suddenly regretted thought about what I had just said. What was I getting myself into?
"Alright. Come with me." She lead me into her monstrous-sized bathroom, it was seriously bigger than my bedroom at home. I knew I had let that thought slip through the barrier that I was trying to build when Alice's grin became so wide, it nearly overtook her entire beautiful face.
I looked in the mirror and jumped back. I didn't recognize myself. I looked like a stranger, an exotic, beautiful stranger. My face was never really prone to acne, but I did get the occasional blemish. But now my face was clear and pale. I had dark circles under my eyes, which I now noticed were no longer brown. They were dark, pitch black. Slowly, I brought my hands to my face, tracing the features. My eyes were still big, and I assumed that the shape had not changed from what they were in my human life, but they still looked foreign to me.
My cheeks were thinner, sallower, but it didn't look unhealthy, more natural than anything. The only thing that didn't seem…perfect, if I dared to think the word, was my hair. It was a tangled mess, I'm assuming from three days of tossing and turning in Edward's bed.
Alice started tugging at my clothes, and it was then that I realized what I was wearing. I had on an oversized tee shirt and sweat pants. When had these been put on me? And who, I wondered, had been the one to change me?
Alice giggled. She had obviously heard my questions.
Edward changed you. She thought back. You really think he would let you spend three days in the same clothes? You think I would let that happen? Ew. Her tone was filled with disgust. I couldn't see how that thought was so bad. It's not like I was sweating, in fact, it was the opposite, I was freezing to the core.
"How many times did he change my clothes?" I wondered out loud. I didn't really expect Alice to answer, but she did anyway.
"Everyday. Twice a day. You didn't even stir." She giggled again.
Everyday? I thought. Ridiculous. How did I not notice? Was I that out of it? "How many days did I go on the medicine?"
"Two. Then there was…some complications."
"I know." I said, glumly.
"But…Carlisle said you were completely unconscious. You weren't?"
"I felt like I should have been. Like…" I struggled for the words. "I could feel everything and hear everything. I tried to talk, then scream, but nothing worked." I paused. "I couldn't even breath."
"Oh." She looked upset. "I'm so sorry, Bella. We all thought that you were completely out."
"This will upset Edward, won't it?"
"Very much so, but I'm afraid that I can't keep it from him." She put her long, slender index finger to the side of her head.
"Well, let's get this over with." I grunted.
After Alice settled on a black shirt and a tight pair of jeans that I found entirely unnecessary, she started on my hair. About half way through curling all my thick, dark hair, my stomach made an embarrassingly loud rumble. Alice looked at my reflection in the mirror and laughed, I couldn't help but to giggle a little myself.
She finished quickly and as soon as she released me from her clutches, Edward was at my side. Looking at our reflection, I finally felt like I belonged at his side. For the first time since I met him, we were equal. Well, almost. There was no way I could ever compare to his beauty, but at least we were playing the same game now.
Not that I would ever want to compete with his perfect face. His wonderful, chiseled features. The sharp edges of his chin and nose, the perfect sculpture of his cheeks. The smooth contours of his jaw, leading softly into the lobes of his ears. And his eyes, those beautiful, dark orbs that, no matter how hungry he was, would radiate light from behind them, like there was a light bulb in his head.
My thoughts were brought back to reality by another loud growl from my stomach. I looked at Edward, if I could blush, my cheeks would have been bright red. He chuckled and lead me out of Alice's room and to his car.