Okay, so here's my Alternate Ending/Continueum Ending. *Sniff* I'm officially finished with the story.
For best outcome, listen to: Nelly - Just A Dream. This is where I got the inspiration to write this chapter. Heartbreaking, I know. This doesn't last as long as the story, but it's a great story to listen to! But sorry it's so short! I thought it would be better this way...
Disclaimer: Never have owned it. Never will. Unfortunately.
~Alternate Ending~
Dawn's POV
I awoke, remember the past nights events of the Fourth of July and the engagement proposal. Smiling, I stretched, looking down at my new rock that adorned my left ring finger.
Only to look at it confused. It was the engagement ring and band that I married Shannon with. Looking at my right hand, I saw that it was bare. Gone was the engagement ring that Edward proposed me with. My heart raced as I raised the sheets, comforter, pillows, looking for the ring frantically. Thinking that maybe it just slipped off and was lost in the sheets. But then, why was Shannon's rings back on the correct hand?
I stopped and closed my eyes, taking slow deep breaths trying to calm my racing heart. It can't be. Not after all of that. Please Lord, don't do this to me.
I opened my eyes. Seeing all the familiar, yet foreign furniture in the bedroom. Gone was the large wall windows. Gone was the huge king sized four poster bed with the burgundy comforter. Gone was the huge spacious bedroom.
Tears flowed from my eyes as I glanced over next to me on the queen sized mattress seeing the other side bare, a head imprint on the pillow. Reaching over, I ran my hand over the pillow, feeling the coolness of the pillowcase against my palm.
I slowly stood myself up from the bed, grabbing my pink house coat from the foot of the bed as I tied the string around my waist. I worked up the courage to walk to that white bedroom door that led me to the hallway that I was so familiar with, yet so scared to see the surroundings.
I took a deep breath as I felt the grey burbour carpet under my bare feet. Reaching out, I grasped the brass door knob, turning it to open to the white hallway. Looking at the bedroom that was Caleb's as I passed, I noticed the bedroom light still on. No Caleb. I use to holler at him for leaving the room with the light still on. I sobbed as I realized where I was.
Taking another deep breath, I calmed myself, walking to the stairs that was next. Turning and looking down, All I could see was the brick wall in front of me. Walking down the stairs slowly, I heard the whispering of my husband and the kids as the smell of frying eggs filtering through the air.
Stopping on the hard wooden floor, I glanced around, seeing Caleb sitting on the couch playing his DS while Bryson stood next to Shannon in the kitchen, buttering toast.
"Morning mommy." Caleb said nonchalantly from the spot he was perched in, never taking his eyes from his game. "Morning." I whispered. Taking my gaze back off of him to see Shannon and Bryson looking up at me with smiles.
Shannon removed the eggs as he took in my look. He quickly plated the eggs, coming around to walk towards me. "Are you okay babe? What's wrong?" I shook my head, opening my mouth like a fish out of water. Shannon raised his hand, placing it on my forehead as he shook his head before placing a kiss on the same spot his hand just touched. "You don't feel hot. Are you feeling okay. You look a little pale."
Shaking my head, I gave a shaky smile. "No. I'm fine. Just…. Just a dream I had a guess that shook me up." I whispered. Shannon turned, grabbing some glasses from the cabinets as he begun pouring milk. "Okay, well, as long as your sure. I have to be in at work in an hour, weekend clean up crew. I'll be home around three if you want to do something later let me know." He bustled around as I still stood in the same spot, watching as Bryson placed the toast on the plates, walking around to place his in his spot at the table.
Shannon hollered at Caleb to put the game down, to come and eat. "Want any?" Shannon asked me, looking up from the skillet where he was now fixing his own. I shook my head, forcing my feet to work as I walked towards the bathroom. "No thank you." I whispered.
Walking into the bathroom, I closed the door and locked it, leaning back against it as tears fell rapidly, my hand flying to my mouth to hold back and muffle the sounds of my sobs as I slowly slid down to the tiled ground.
It was all a dream. My life I led as a nephlim with the Cullen's, was only just a dream.
Thanks to all the readers who have stuck by me on this story! You've been great! But now it's time to write this story as COMPLETED! No sequel to this I'm affraid. :o(
I'm working on a One Shot story off from another song that hit me as soon as I heard it. But you'll have to wait till I finish it and post it to know what song I'm writing from. Believe me... It's one heck of a lemon! ;o) Give me about a week or so to finish it, but in the mean time, make sure you put me on your Author Alert to be notified! Love you all! MMMMUUUUUUAAAAAHHHHH!
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