Author's Note: Hello dearest readers. How are you? I'm currently typing this at 11:38 pm. I'm tired. But I can't sleep. Be warned that by this time of night my typing get's really bad. Ok, one more thing, I would also like to remind you that you never know what ideas may come about at night. Keeping that in mind, please read and enjoy!
I was horrified. How could I let this happen? All though I wish that I could say that their deaths came as a surprise to me, but I can't. The Death Eaters or whatever in Merlin's name they are calling themselves these days had been after us. There was just one thing that hadn't made sense. It seemed clear to me that they came to look for something, not with the intention of killing, although I had no doubt that they could the need arise.
While I was thinking all of this, I think she thought that I had gone into shock because I must have been staring out into space. The Counselor put her hand on my shoulder, pity glittering in her eyes.
"I'm very sorry for your loss." Until now I had refused to meet her eyes. But now, I had no choice.
"How did they…" My voice trailed off, cracking slightly. The older woman knitted her eyebrows.
"That's the strange part. There's no sign of murder or heart attack. We know there wasn't a physical attack." I nodded my head. That sounded about right. If they were killed by the Avadakedavra their deaths would've been quick and painless, as well as having none of the typical signs of murder because it's, well, magic. There's no entrance wound or exit wound, not even a sign of a heart attack. That means that my parent's deaths will inevitably go down as unsolved, if not as some sort of an unknown illness.
"Was there…" I paused, trying to figure out how to describe the dark mark to muggles. " A green hologram?"
"Do you know who could have done this?" Quick, Elena, lie, I thought.
"Oh. Well…there this gang in Britain. They are very dangerous. When they kill someone, they know how to hide any clues on the cause of death. After a murder they leave their mark-a green hologram- over the sight. Unfortunately, that's the extent of what anyone knows about them. What I don't understand is why they're targeting me? Why did they have to kill my parents? WHY!" The last two sentences had slipped out. I did know why they were targeting me, but dang it! My parents did nothing wrong. My eyes began filling with tears that I did not want to fall.
The counselor put her hand on my shoulder, ignoring my outburst. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No, but thank you." My voice was strained from grief.
"Is there anyone I can call?" I thought for a moment. I had never had any close muggle friends, except for Leila, Katherine, and Raven-all of which had stopped speaking to me when I told them I was going abroad to a boarding school without them. My Dad's brother is who knows where, and my Mom is an only child. Dad's parents died a month before I was born in an accident. Mom's Grandpa died when I was six, and grandma is currently in a nursing home where she can get the medical care that she needs. So who to call? Then I got it.
"I'm currently staying at the Cullen's anyway. Maybe I could call them and see if they'll let me stay until I can figure something wrong." Like whether or not I should go back to Britain and get a job in Hogsmead or in Diagon Alley. After all, there I'm technically of age…
"Ok. Well, sit tight dear while I get them on the phone. It almost disturbed me that she didn't even have to ask which Cullen family I was referring to. This place was just way too small." Something about her was seriously annoying. Maybe it was her pity that was driving me insane! I hate it when people pity me.
I was totally unprepared for the conversation that would follow when she walked back into the room, wearing that same expression of pity.
"Mrs. Cullen was out, so I contacted Dr. Cullen at the hospital. I told him about your situation." She held the phone away from her face to tell me this. It didn't matter to me, because I knew that he's be able to hear the conversation anyway. She handed the phone to me.
"How are you?" Carlisle asked kindly.
"Alright." It was a lie, but that's what you're supposed to do. The way I see it, you have two options when something like this happens. You either fall to pieces or lie and say that you're alright. I refuse to fall to pieces, so I have to pretend it's alright.
"Elena, I you are more than welcome to stay with us. We consider you a friend, and we'd like to help you in any way that we can." I was touched. What would I do without them? Would I even be alive without them? Chances are that if I had gone back home there would be another Death Eater waiting for me.
"Um….thanks. That would be nice."
"Alright. I'll come pick you up from school. You should avoid as much stress as possible. I'll need to examine you to make sure that you're going into shock. I'll be there in ten." What? The hospital is twenty minutes away! Then I remembered that it's a vampire we're talking about. Vampire driving usually is scary. Their driving is more scary than they are! Not that they're all that scary to begin with. Well, maybe Alice and Emmett. Have you seen that girl on a shopping spree? That's scary. I suppose from a distance Emmett's muscles would be enough to scare some people. That's about it, though.
"Thanks. I'll be ready by then."
"Alright then, good bye."
"Bye." Then I hung up.
"Ok then dear, I'll notify the secretary. You go on back to class and pick up your things. Here's a note to show your teacher." I accepted it with a nod and left.
Each step I took on the marble floors of the hallway echoed. Their echoes were the only sound in the hallway, which surprised me. There were no people ditching class, or even teachers running off to copy some papers. The complete and utter silence matched my own feelings of loneliness.
When at last I had entered the classroom the noise in the room stopped and all eyes were on me.
I walked up to the teacher, no longer able to keep the tears from showing in my eyes. Telling my teacher was like admitting that it actually happened. That this wasn't the horrible nightmare that I so wished it was. Because if it was, all I would have to do is wake up.
"I'm leaving early today."
"Can I see a note?" I nodded, not wanting to say it in front of the whole class and showed him the note.
Unfortunately, despite my hopes of keeping it quiet for the day were in vain.
"I'm sorry about the loss of you parents." I noticed that the teacher said it so loudly-what's she trying to do, cause a scene?
All I could do was mutter, "Thanks.", and attempt to maneuver my way around the room to my desk (which happened to be in the back) without making eye contact. I failed, unfortunately, because I tripped over someone's backpack. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks. Why did I have to do that just then?
A hand shot up and helped me up. It was Jasper, ever the gentleman, who had helped me up. Thank goodness it was him instead of some other poor soul because I would've dragged them down with me when I discovered that right ankle didn't support me. Only I could hurt my ankle tripping over a book-bag. (Sigh)
"Are you alright Elena?" In the blink of an eye Alice was in front of me.
"I think I've twisted my ankle." Good thing Carlisle was going to pick me up soon. While he was checking me for signs of going into a state of shock he could also check out my ankle.
Both Alice and Jasper helped me. Not that it was necessary, either one of them could've picked me up and carried me all of the way home, but I suppose they were doing it for show. It was embarrassing for me, actually. To be an 18 year old who needed to be almost carried out of a room is embarrassing.
I was relieved when Carlisle arrived. I had been waiting in the office with the rest of the Cullens, who had gotten permission to leave school with me to support me (although how much of it was about having an excuse to get away from school I don't know).
I attempted to stand up from the chair I had been sitting in. Big mistake. It hurt like crazy! Jasper was up in a flash-figuratively speaking, of course.
"Thanks." I muttered.
"What happened? It's been fifteen minutes since I've last talked to you and you've already injured yourself. Between you, Bella, and the hospital I've had the most work I've had in years!" Carlisle chuckled. He took me from jasper and helped me walk to the car. "Once we get back to the house I'll take a look at your ankle. I always keep some things at the house just in case. I'll have Edward and Emmett get the rest of your things."
The rest of the way home was silent. What was there to say? I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me. I just wanted my parents alive-and I knew that that was about as likely as Snape washing his hair. I let out a quiet chuckle at this thought. Maybe I shouldn't disrespect the dead like that but it's just too much fun making fun of Snape.
Rose and Alice were staring at me oddly. "Nothing." Was my response to their stares.
The next several hours were a blur. I remember Esme comforting me, Carlisle checking my ankle, the boys coming back with my stuff, and crying in the spare bedroom-which had been converted into my bedroom.
The funeral is mostly a blank for me. I do know that the Cullens were to thank for the funeral. All I remember is standing at the top of a grassy hill in the wind and crying out in an unbalanced mixture of grief and despair. They gave me my space. The next day I resolved to move forward and find my parents murderer and I had no doubt that he was associated with the dark lord.
Author's Note: Sorry about the short note and long wait. I had a hard time writing this chapter. I've never written a scene like this. I hate writing chapters that revolve around death. They're so hard. But alas, it must be done! I hope you still enjoyed it. Now that this is out of the way, I think updates will be coming more frequently. Please don't leave me! I beg your forgiveness. If you're still with me, please give me a review! I beg you!
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