Second Chance

Chapter 12

Hello eveyone! I for one, and very sorry I haven't updated in so long! I feel so bad. But I did find out that I can write for thirty minutes every day at school, so I will do that and hopefully I will be able to update sooner. Thanks so much for all the reviews! And I am sorry that the last chapter was a little bit confusing, when I talked about the Human Cullens. I don't think there will be any more chapters like that, but if so, only one more. Thanks so much for reading! Enjoy!

Last Chapter

Human Carlisle's POV: "For Bella to regain her memories, something must trigger them. Something that reminds both Edward and Bella how much they truly love each other. Something that has to happen to show them that not even death can come in the way of their love."


IPOV:

I knew I was in a nightmare, but somehow, I couldn't will myself to wake up. I was in a room with mirrors everywhere, so when I turned at any angle, I could always see myself.

I turned slightly to my left and gasped when out loud when I saw that I was not alone.

A stranger stood behind me, glaring at me, studying my every move. I immediately knew he was someone bad. He drew closer, and my first reflex was to run. However, before I could inch a step away, he appeared in front of me.

I whimpered slightly at the sight of him, but I shivered at the sight of his eyes. They weren't a normal color like blue or green. No, they were a deep red.

I stepped back and tripped and fell against a mirror.

He came closer—I noticed that he held a video cam—and his eyes, red and frightening, burned into mine...

I woke up then, gasping for breath and sweating. I slowly brought my fingers to my cheek and found them wet.

All of a sudden, before I could think about the dream, I was engulfed in light.

"Izzy? Are you alright?"

I blinked, letting one tear fall, while I tried to get used to the light.

Esme, Alice, and Rosalie stood at the door, glancing in at me. They hurried in and shut the door behind them.

I sat up and glanced at them, wondering what they were doing here.

"We heard you whimpering," Rosalie said softly.

Was I that loud? I looked at the blinds; light was faintly seeping in, so I guessed that it was dawn.

Another thing I noticed was that Esme, Alice, and Rosalie were dressed in clothes that weren't in any way sleep related.

"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Esme.

I shook my head quickly. I didn't want to relive that nightmare. Of that person. Of his eyes. Of the way he looked at me as if he wanted to eat me.

No one said anything for a minute, and I was thinking things over. There were questions that needed to be answered.

Why were they up this early? It seemed too early for people to be waking up, at least to me it was early.

How had they heard me? If I was whimpering, wouldn't it be softly? I didn't think I was loud, and I didn't talk in my sleep, at least, not that I knew of.

Things didn't make sense right now, but I guessed that was because it was so early in the morning, and the memory of the guy in the room with mirrors still haunted me.

I forced the nightmare out of my mind, shuddering once at those eyes.

I think Rosalie noticed, and her face scrunched up in worry. I smiled lightly at her, not wanting her to worry about me.

"Do you want to go downstairs or sleep some more?" Esme asked kindly.

I was still tired, but I wanted to avoid sleep. I was sure that the moment I closed my eyes, I would see that stranger with the red eyes in the mirror-covered room.

"Downstairs." My voice, at least to me, was really soft and quiet, so I thought I might have to repeat myself. Instead, they all smiled and Alice helped me out of bed. She frowned when she saw what I slept in, even though it was hers.

"Today I have to take you shopping" was all she said.

I kind of looked forward to it, but I didn't want too much money spent on me.

Rosalie and Alice took my hand and Esme walked ahead of us. Everything was quiet except for out footsteps. I looked around the hallway for everyone else, but it was empty.

We went down the stairs and Alie and Rosalie kept me from tripping. When we were three steps from the end of the stairs, Rosalie and Alice swung me up and I landed softly on my feet.

I giggled and let them lead me to the kitchen. On the way there, I once again passed by the big, black piano. How I longed to hear someone play on it.

When we went through the doors, I was surprised to find Carlisle in the kitchen. In front of him were an empty mug and a newspaper that he was reading. Once he saw us, he put down the paper and smiled at us.

"Good morning, Izzy," he said politely.

"Good morning, Carlisle."

On the oven, I found the time. 5:21 am. I think this was the earliest I have ever gotten up at.

Carlisle looked at his watch and then got up. "I have to go to work," he explained. He dropped his mug in the sink and walked to me. Stooping to my level, he looked deep into my eyes. Some of his blonde hair fell over his eyes, but he made no move to brush them away. His gold eyes brought me comfort and made my fear about the stranger disappear. He smiled once more and patted my head before he standing up and walking out. "Have fun today," he added and then disappeared. Seconds later, I heard the front door open and then close.

"Some days Carlisle has to go to work early," explained Esme over the counter. "Are waffles okay?"

I nodded in understanding and agreement.

Esme went to the freezer and I sat down at the table with Alice and Rosalie. They didn't make any move to get their breakfast and I wondered again why I haven't seen them eat anything since I came here.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Rosalie smiled. "Actually, we wake up early during breaks and weekends and go for a walk or jog. We came back a while ago and had breakfast, and then went upstairs to check on you."

"What about Emmett, Edward, and Jasper? Do they go too?"

Alice laughed lightly. "Those three can never wake up this early."

Oh, I thought. That explains things.

Esme placed my breakfast in front of me then, and I eagerly took a bite. Delicious. Esme was a magnificent cook.

"When do you want to leave, Izzy?"

I looked up at her, confused by her question. Did she want me to jog with her?

"Remember Izzy? Today you can come with me." I smiled. I'd forgotten that today I was going to spend time with Alice. "We can go to the clothing store first—they open at seven. Then if we have time, we can go to a toy store. For lunch, we can come back here, and then go to the hardware store to find out how to redo your room." Alice continued to talk, getting louder and louder. I giggled softly at Alice's enthusiasm.

Rosalie ran to the laundry room to get my clothes—now clean. When she came back, I was just finishing up the last of my waffle.

I took them, said thanks, and walked up the stairs to go and change.

After I got upstairs, my mind trailed off. Somehow, Alice getting excited over shopping seemed almost familiar. After I thought about it, somehow the Cullen's house—mansion—seemed familiar too. I knew I was probably imagining things, but I couldn't help it. It nagged at the inside of me.

While I was walking, I wasn't paying attention, which is why I found myself suddenly on the floor with Jasper staring down at me.

He stared at me for a moment, and then a small smile formed on his face. He reached out one hand and I took it and pulled myself up.

"Hello Izzy," he said, his voice soft.

"Hi Jasper. I thought you were still sleeping."

He laughed, a soft tinkling laugh. "Ah, but Alice's ramble about shopping woke me up. Or maybe it was because I was hungry. I think I might have also woke up Emmett too."

He didn't mention Edward, the one Cullen I haven't met, and I wondered if he was still asleep.

I let him go down to the kitchen, and then I went down the hallway until there were two doors at the end. They looked the same, and for some reason, my feet dragged me to the door next to my room.

I knew it was wrong, but I opened the door slightly just to see what was so important about it. I couldn't explain it, but somehow I felt as if I needed to open the door.

I turned the handle, and pushed it a little; it didn't make a noise.

I caught sight of a boy with reddish brown hair lying down on a black leather couch before I quickly shut the door. Edward. It had to be.


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-Moonlight-Wolfe