Okay so I've been at camp for two weeks and then my computer broke down but you're about to get TWO chapters to make up for it! Sorry guys!
"Rose!" I heard Emmett yell, but there really wasn't a use. Rosalie had been long gone.
I was still lying in bed, but I had a feeling they knew I was listening. At this point, all I wanted was sleep…. But sleep wouldn't come. So I turned on my light and rummaged through my bag. I grabbed my teddy bear and hugged it tightly to my chest. I didn't know I was crying until my vision became blurred with tears and I couldn't see anymore. I sniffled, pulling the stuffed animal closer to my face.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked from behind me.
"I-I'm fine." I assured the large figure, as Emmett Cullen sat down next to me.
"Is that…?"
"Huh?"
"Your bear…"
"Oh yeah," I remembered that it was a gift from Emmett.
"If you want it back…"
"No, it was a gift to your mother. I'm not going to take it back. Why would I need a teddy bear?" he asked, though I could tell he was a little ticked about something.
"Are you okay?" I repeated his question to me
"Just swell." He said a bit sarcastically.
We sat in silence for a while and I was glad that, for once, someone came to sit with me and keep me company instead of only to get information from me. I liked the quietness of the moment, because if nobody talked, I wouldn't be able to learn any more gruesome facts about this family and my own. I missed that little circle of ignorance I lived in only days ago. I missed it deeply. I wondered where my mother was, and if she was okay or not. She was either dying or sad and in pain or perfectly fine. Either way, I needed her here more than ever. I heard a strange sound coming from Emmett, and when I turned around, I realized that the sound was the vampire version of…. Crying? Yes, Emmett was definitely crying. I sat there, unsure of what to do. I'd never actually seen a grown man cry before. Especially such a muscular, huge man. I debated leaving the room to let himself be alone, but eventually I just succumbed to my own tears. Again. I had been crying all night. I was so sick of crying, but I didn't know what else to do. I was helpless.
"Are you okay?" Emmett asked after a few moments. That question had been asked a lot tonight. So far, my answer had always been yes. But this time, my answer was no.
"No," I squeaked out, tears falling down my face. Emmett hugged me in his large arms and I didn't dare protest.
"Everything will be okay. We'll find her, I promise." He said it to me, but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
"Emmett? What… happened?"
"Excuse me?"
"What happened… between your family and my mother?"
There was a moment of silence, and I could sense the tension building up within him.
"It was her eighteenth birthday… something went wrong. She was opening a present. It was so stupid that such a little paper cut could cause that much damage. Jasper couldn't control himself. He tried to attack her, so my brother pushed her out of the way. She went flying into a table, ceramic plates crashing everywhere. Edward wasn't really thinking about the amount of force he used to push her away. She was extremely lucky he didn't use more power than he did. If he hadn't been mildly controlled enough to be somewhat gentle- meaning he didn't break any bones not that he was actually gentle- she could have earned some serious damage like brain trauma… or death. It was good that the only physical harm was a few gashes along her arm. After that night... something inside of Edward snapped. He always knew we were dangerous for her to be around, but actually seeing a family member attack her, actually hurting her while trying to protect her, it was too much for him to handle. Without any decision on my part, or anyone's part, he decided we had to leave. He told us that it was the best thing for her. He had us convinced that if we left, she would be safe and she would return to the human world where she belonged, and she would move on. I was so convinced that she would move on and get married, have children and grandchildren, until eventually she would die an old woman. We all thought that, though none of us really wanted to leave our home behind. That was until Alice had the vision. It was our second day here, Edward was still in Forks, trying to find the courage to tell Bella that we'd all left. It must have been right after he'd told her goodbye. Alice saw her… I can't even describe it right. She was dead. Not literally, but she was empty. We killed her." By the end of his little speech, he was on the verge of (metaphorical) tears.
There were details I didn't understand about the story, but now was not the time to ask questions about it.
"You should go to bed now." He whispered.
"I know."
"I'll just be going now, I'm really sorry, you know."
"For what?"
"Everything." He breathed, before getting up and shutting the door behind him. I stared up at the dark ceiling. Sleep took me before I had the chance to start worrying again.
Good? Bad?
