OZARIO'S VIEW: WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ...?

I rushed Catalina into Carlisle's homemade medical office. I laid her upon the hospital bed and sat in a chair beside her. Carlisle got things ready and proceeded to help Cat. I began to wonder. What the hell? Why would wolves randomly attack Catalina and her family like that? Whatever happened to protecting humans? I've never – in my whole life – seen such an incredible, yet, distasteful crime from wolves before. I don't und- CLINK! What was that? I glanced up in the direction of the noise. Carlisle gazed at Cati in astonishment. He touched her skin, then tapped it a few times.

"What's wrong, Carlisle?" I asked.

He shook his head and explained, "Ozario, my needle broke.

It won't go through her skin... It hardened like a brick just now. Her skin was softer than this a second ago."

I looked at Catalina. Wait, what? I watched her shiver in her sleep, grimacing. I looked at Adriana's key. Then, remembered her smile as if she already knew what I was. I leaned back into my seat. What does this... mean?

CATALINA'S VIEW: THE LIGHTNING...

I woke up in a narrow, unfamiliar bedroom on a rose scented queen bed. It wasn't my room, but a few things of mine were in here. The view before me? The long windows were filled with forest life that surrounded me. The weather looked gloomy. I lay very still in bed, not wanting to get up or do much of anything. I felt hurt and tired, thinking. I wish lightning would stop bringing storms. The lightning always come before the storm. I felt horribly angered, so I drifted back to sleep.

"It appears you will be alright, Ms. Yong. I had some difficulty stitching up some of your cuts. Luckily, you have only but a few scars." Informed Dr. Carlisle, checking his board.

I had returned to Carlisle's hospital bed he kept in his house when he told me this. The board before us showed all the things perfectly fine with my body. Its X-ray photos were unrealistic to me. The board seemed to be missing an organ we haven't appeared to have checked.

I shook my head after his statement. "That's not the results for my heart."

Dr. Carlisle's eyes turned sad. "I'm sorry, Ms. Yong."

"It's... fine. Please, just call me Cati." I replied.

He nodded and helped me off the bed. I walked into a room with a TV playing. The news broadcasted a situation on "The Bloodbath Trail," as they called it. News reporters lied. The news talked about voracious wolves attacking a family of three. They killed two of the citizens, leaving me alive because the wolves must have been too full to finish me off. No, those wolves will come back for me later. I knew, because they were my enemies. The truth became clear when the news reporters that Carlisle's family found me. They said some of the Cullen's found me wandering around for help. They took me into their home and, most likely, are considering adopting me.

I tilted my head. It would be a suicidal thing to adopt someone like me. A blonde-haired lady came into the room, grabbed the remote, and turned off the TV. She signaled me into another room. I followed. The entire family circled the next room. Renesmee walked in with Ozario by her side. His face expressed so much worry.

"Oh, Dios mío..." Ozario jogged toward me and hugged me tight. "Your awake." He whispered, carefully holding me a little tighter.

I hugged him back, trying to hold my tears back. "Ozario." My voice cracked.

He petted my hair. "It's okay to cry, Cati."

Ozario's words made the tears burst from my eyes like the waters of Niagara Falls. His warmth kept me at peace, even though I felt so bad. He always made me feel relaxed in scary times. My heart sank to my toes, making me melt in his arms. Ozario picked me up and carried me back to the room with the rose-scented bed I woke up in. He sat me down on the large bed. Oz pulled out a bag of opened barbecue chips from his hoodie pocket and nervously handed it to me with two hands.

"Sorry. This is what I found on the trail, aside from your broken container. I fixed it for you." Ozario shyly informed me. He sounded really upset about the situation.

I took the chip bag. Mom and I loved barbecue chips. She was the only one during lunch time who had them. I had Funyuns. I started tearing up more and whined, "Thank you... Ozario."

I began eating the rest of mom's chip since she won't be finishing them. I knew it seemed weird to cry over some chips...

But, they are no longer just chips to me. I'm glad Ozario understood that. Oz sat beside me and held me close. He laid me on the bed, lying down with me. Ozario pretended to be my pillow while he caressed my hair and wiped my tears every now and then. I cried myself to sleep enclosed in his soothing honey-scented heat.

I felt myself floating above clouds. The air was soft and time moved slowly. The touch of Ozario's arms around me kept forcing my brain to feel like I no longer had anything to worry about. I thought. That was a lie, I do have something to worry about. Ozario removed his arms, and I fell from the clouds. They fabricated faces insinuating they were out to kill me.

A hand touched my cheek, insisting I should wake up. Still, I was trapped in the nightmare. I felt a sweet kiss on my forehead, which halted me above the ground and laid me softly in green pastures. Flowers ringed around me with love. My angel-like wings spread across the field. I felt fearless while staring at those dark clouds fading away. I smiled and smiled because I felt amazing, knowing that those clouds hadn't won. The sun shined across the sky. I suddenly felt invincible. Then, I woke up, acknowledging Ozario's absence and that a chip had been lain over my lips. I bit it with my teeth and ate it. Sitting up in bed, I rubbed my eyes. After a while, I stepped downstairs until hearing noises that came from a new room. I hid myself and peeped my head around the corner.

"Carlisle, she can't stay here. What if she finds out who we are?" Mightily argued the blonde-haired beauty.

That's the girl who glared at me at the hospital.

Dr. Carlisle picked up a book from the selves behind everyone. "Rosalie, she has nowhere else to go. We should let her stay until she recovers." He suggested.

A black-haired buff guy walked in front of my corner some feet ahead of me. He blocked Carlisle. "What about her other relatives, can't we send her off to one of them?"

Emmett, he cracked jokes with my grandmother and she love it.

"Carlisle, this will put all of us in grave danger. There are others on the way here! She can't stay here," Though, he's voice was soft spoken and melodic, a messy bronze-haired man debated against Carlisle, too. He sat on the couch, poised.

Dishevel head, Edward Cullen. I thought as I slid further behind the wall.

"Emmett and Edward are right." Ozario paced over to the couch and lean against it with Renesmee. She touched his shoulder. He looked at her and explained his reason, "She can't stay because of me or Renesmee. We would have to hide everything we do. We would have to refuse the others from coming here to visit. There is no way I can make you all suffer like that when you have been so kind to me and my brother."

Mrs. Esme stood by her husband. "I think it would be a useful idea if she does stay. She needs help and kicking her out of our house might make thing much worse in her time of need. Didn't her mother give you that key, Ozario? Maybe she asked for your help because she trusted you."

Ozario glanced in my direction. He must've spotted me hiding behind the wall, I think. Oz frowned.

I moved away from the wall and waved my hands. "Sorry! I don't mean to be a burden. I could live in the house my family owned. I will be alright! Honest! I don't want you to hide in your own home. I would be rude to stay without considering your routine."

A tan girl with short hair covered her mouth. She had a tattoo on her right shoulder.

A young guy with the same tattoo on his arm stood next to her. He gawked at me.

Ozario's mother rushes over to me, Bella I think. She looked in my eyes and sounded like she was about to fuss, "You heard us?"

"Great, now we definitely have a problem." Blondie flung her arms up, then crossed them.

Ozario crossed his arms, too. His lips popped open a little like a rosebud. I guess he was trying to figure out why I was eavesdropping.

I breathed and nodded. "Not much... I kind of just came downstairs. But," I know I have problems and forcing mine on top of theirs would be the last thing any of us might want. So, I told them, "Hell, I have secrets myself...some I don't even know. I don't know what's going on in your family, but I do know how it feels to hide because of life and death situations. So, I've already thought about leaving. I don't want you to have to suffer going through my... unlimited – uh – family problems."

Ozario released his arms. He began tapping his hand on the couch. "What do you mean unlimited? You mean like your father?"

I nodded. "Y-yeeesss." I buried my face in my hands. "Okay. Ozario, I'm going to be honest. After this year was up, I was supposed to move again." I admitted, then looked up at him.

His head was tilted with confusion.

I looked down at my hands and continued to explain whatever I could, "We couldn't have remained friends because my family and I move too much. Almost every year, in fact. Those large wolves all of you saw, they... chase... people like me. So... I was going to tell Carlisle it would be suicidal to adopt me."

I glanced up again. Everyone in the room looked confused and wide eyed.

"Who else has been killed, Cat?" Asked Ozario. He was the only person to look fully worried as if he completely understood.

Well... Ozario should already know about my father's death. I had painted it plenty of times. Those paintings even hung on my bedroom walls. I've drawn a lot of other unknown dead people. They were the people I kept seeing in my head. I also saw them in my dreams. No! Nightmares, actually. All of them were hung on my walls. They circled everything. My mom would never say anything about my strange habit. She would just give me this sad expression on her face... when she was still alive.

I backed up, twisting my fingers. I freaked a little and murmured, "Um... I said too much already. I need to get ready and leave. Thanks for your-"

Ozario grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. He said, "Catalina, those pictures... The ones you keep drawing over and over... were they your family?"

Every time Ozario talked to me, I couldn't help but be completely honest with him. I failed at lying, anyway; he just made it worse. I hadn't want to either, so I shrugged and replied,

"I don't know. They all died before I knew them, or maybe I don't remember because of what happen five...mm," I felt a small pang in my chest, then slid my hand away from Oz. "Anyway."

"You don't remember your family?" Ozario gawked at me. He had become a lot more concerned than before.

I had to tell him the truth after seeing his face. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Then, I explained a little more, "Uh... I-it's a situation that apparently occurred five years ago... maybe even before then. I don't know. My entire family was murdered. Mom, grandma, and I were the only ones left... until they were taken from me by the same people, too. Everyone else... They are gone. I don't remember where they are or if anybody is still alive."

Ozario gazed at me for a long time. I didn't know what else to say. My heart just felt so broken, especially with him staring at me like there was a massacre. It would've been best if I never told him, or never continued talking to him at all. How could I protect him and his family from me if I stayed here? The only solution is to leave now and hide. The family looked at each other. Their minds went violent with more confusion. They expressed concern and fear on their faces. I didn't know what would become of the issue. What were they thinking about?

Suddenly, Edward stated, "I agree on letting her stay here for now. That sounds like a serious problem we may need to take care of."

I shook my head. "What! No!" I protested, "You can't... you could get killed because of me. I won't let you and your fam-"

Ozario cut me off. "Cati, you're staying here. I'm forcing you. You've had this situation for years. And, haven't you ever thought that maybe your drawing your family's dead bodies? That could be the only thing you remember, your traumas."

"No. They... uh." I had no comeback. My shoulders slumped because he made sense.

I could be. I mean, I drew my father. So, that would mean my whole family really died right in front of my face. Staying here doesn't seem like a good plan either with that being the case. If Ozario is right, this family – unrelated to me – could be the next ones hanging on my walls. That's not right. It wasn't the Cullen's fault that I had to exist. Knowing Ozario, he won't let me out of this so easily. I had no choice, but I will have to say something in return.

I sighed. I placed my hands on my hips and said, "Alright. I just don't want any of you hiding anything. This is your house and I'm under all of your rules. The least I can do for saving my life is keeping my mouth shut if it's that severe. I couldn't live with myself knowing I've metaphorically put a family out of their own home. So, please. Please, I am begging, please, don't hide because of me."

I understood they risked their lives to rescue me yesterday. I had to be considerate of their kindness and rules. I owed them my life, now. If they were seriously willing to put up with my position, then I had no choice. I hoped my stay wouldn't rock the boat and kill Carlisle's large family. It frightened me to think what could happen because of my stay.