Thanks again for all the reviews! This chapter is kind of short too. Sorry...
Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight
Bpov
Tuesday brought more pain than Monday, in a way. I wasn't put through any actual torture of 'treatments', but I did think about Edward. Heartache causes more pain than one can imagine. After breakfast, Esme helped me write a letter to Edward's doctor. I could only think of what Edward was dealing with; the pain, the loss, the numbness.
"Did you say his doctors name is Carlisle Cullen?" Esme asked me. I nodded.
"Could it be the same Dr Cullen?" she said, mostly to herself. "When I was younger, a very handsome doctor by the name of Carlisle Cullen treated me for a broken leg," she spoke to me this time, "If it is the same doctor that is tending to your fiancé, I can assure you he is in good hands."
"I hope you are right," I told her.
"Now let's write that letter," she smiled reassuringly.
Esme brought me back to the room I was residing at. She took out a key from her apron and went over to the vanity. She unlocked a small compartment and retrieved some pens, ink cartridges, paper, and an envelope. We threw away at least five pages of unacceptable letters before writing one that was satisfactory. It read:
To Dr Carlisle Cullen,
You have requested that I was not to write unless there was an emergency. Unfortunately, I am in quite of a situation. My mother has placed my sister, Alice, and I, into separate asylums. From what I know, Alice is staying at the Biloxi Mental Asylum, and I, at the Ohio State Mental Institute and Asylum. Please inform Edward of this and tell him not to worry. Please tell him that I fully intend to keep my promise and that I am all right.
With thanks,
Isabella M Brandon-Swan
PS if possible, please send any letters you may have regarding Edward's health, here.
Esme took the letter from me, folded it, and put it in an envelope, promising to address it personally. She left, promising to return to fetch me to lunch and following that, some time in the garden.
oOo
By Friday, I could already feel the numbness start to engulf my body. Physically, I could barely notice anything. My mind, however, was a different matter. I was completely aware of almost every process, every decision, every conscious thought that I had. I was having flashbacks to memories I never knew I had. I could almost feel every signal my brain sent out. I could remember things that I didn't think I even lived through. I could see almost every detail of my life since I was born. My first steps, my first solid food, my first word, my first birthday, everything.
I hardly even noticed when someone picked me up off the bed, or when I was wheeled down into an almost familiar room. I didn't feel when they strapped me onto the device, meant to help me. I couldn't feel the waves of electricity invading my body. They must have turned it up, however, because for just a moment, I could see, feel, know, how Alice was. But as sudden as it arrived, it disappeared. What I saw was disturbing. She had only a small, dark room.
On Sunday afternoon, I made sure everything in Alice's trunk was secure, just in case I was able to make a quick getaway. I wasn't sure if it would ever happen, especially so soon, but I felt it was necessary. I couldn't get the small glimpse I had of Alice out of my head. I didn't know if I wanted to, but it haunted me. She was becoming delusional.
Apov
Images raced pass my eyes. They never stayed long enough to let me get a good look, but just long enough for me to get a good glimpse. Some were ever so wonderful. Most were completely horrifying. There were a thousand possibilities of my future, a thousand ways for me to die, millions of decisions fuelling each outcome. All tied to a blonde man with piercing red eyes. My mind was paralysed in the future while my physical body stayed in the present. I was terrified of all the possibilities. Death waited for me in almost every corner. With every decision the blonde man made, it lead to death. If not for me, then him, or another man that looked oddly familiar. Whichever path he chose, that was the only thing that was certain.
I couldn't tell if it was day or night. I could hardly think of a coherent thought that didn't surround the future. I wasn't able to tell what was happening in the physical world. Was I even in the room? I was pushed back into the present and then to the future again so many times. It made my dizzy. The visions repeated itself. Over and over, I saw the same options. Until a new, hopeful, bright future appeared. One that I hung on to, the one that stayed for the longest time, and the one that came back the most.
A Bella-like person with gold eyes sat close to an Edward-like person with the same eyes. They were sitting on a strange looking couch. A really big male person with the same gold eyes, stood with his arms around a very pretty blonde girl, also with the same eyes. Another couple sat on a loveseat. The man was blonde and the female had a pretty caramel coloured hair. They, too, had the same eyes. A man that looked strangely similar to Major Jasper Whitlock came down the stairs. The front door opened then, and a person, whom I had presumed to be me, ran in at an amazing speed and jumped into his arms, almost knocking him over. Everyone laughed. It seemed as if everything was perfect.
It could be my future. It could be Bella and Edward's future. I was determined to make it our future.
I apologize again for the shortness of the chapter. Merry Christmas to everyone though! And to all a goodnight. Or morning, afternoon, evening, whatever timezone you are in!
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