It has been a few days of my stay at the Cullen's house. I've gotten to know the family a little better. The family was so unique, and everybody was so kind, except Rosalie sometimes. Her hatred for my presence appeared to have grown in size. I guess, I understood what the problem was. However, I believed her reason and mine weren't the same as I had hoped. I did see one fun thing about her.

Rosalie and a Native Quileute resident named, Jacob, worked on her Ferrari. I stood by the door between the house and the garage and watched them. I knew what I was doing could be considered awfully creep, but I never see her smile much. She normally frowned whenever I walked inside a room. Rosalie spotted me from the corner of her eye. I jumped up and ran off. I stopped running once I found the TV room.

I panted, "Well... at least... I ran before she... gave me the evil eye." I place my hand on my chest. "Phew!"

I learned that Carlisle use to be a teacher at many medical universities. His art for medicine amazed me. He knew more than just pills, he knew herbs too. This knowledge kind of ignited my want to learn as well. He showed me some things every now and then. It was pretty cool.

Esme shared a sad story about the loss of her child long years ago. How depressed she sounded and her facial expression about it broke my heart. But, Esme told me how Carlisle turned all her sorrows around after they met at a hospital. Esme was such a passionate and nurturing woman. Every day, I'd watched her more than anyone else. She would let me help her if there was anything she had or wanted to do. I had grown an attachment to her more than anyone in the house.

"Mrs. Esme, I swept the floors."

"Oh! Thank you, Cati. I appreciate that you swept for us," She smiled at me.

Alice adored having me here more than most of the others. I think it's because I let her dress me in anything she wanted. She loved fashion a lot like my mother. So, I decided to be her dressup doll. The styles she chose for me were constructed of a cute little teen girl or a grunge chick. I loved all the styles Alice thoughtfully selected for me. It was nice because she helped keep a specific memory in my mind, mom.

"Cati!" Alice shouted. She waved me over. "I found this cute plaid vest I thought would go good with your black shorts."

I looked at the black and red vest with a hood on it. It would go well. I smiled and cheerfully responded, "Thank you, Alice! It's amazing!"

Alice danced a little giddily. She excitedly exclaimed, "Well! Try it on!"

I chuckled at her excitement and tried on the vest. Bella was an interesting woman. She told me she opened up to a lot of new hobbies that she has currently started on. Bella's most unpredictable interest was modeling. Captivating choice, but

Bells wasn't into much fashion. Still, she looked pretty amazing in the magazines.

I also watched her and Edward together sometimes. It made me look at love in a different way. Their relationship was so strong and unbreakable. They were as beautifully attached as a rose should be. Now, I understood why red roses are mostly seen in romantic flicks.

Sometimes, I would watch Renesmee and her father play on their piano. I would sit on the couch next to Renesmee's boyfriend, Jacob and often fall asleep to a lullaby called, "Sunny Storm." Every time I woke up, I would find myself in my new temporary bedroom. Once, I woke up, feeling confused, until I noticed Ozario at his desk. His back had been turned toward me while he doodled or something. The scenery in front of him enhanced his picturesque silhouette.

I got up from my bed and walked up behind Ozario. He looked up at me, revealing his unimaginable hobby. There was a doll in his hand and painting materials everywhere. I blinked for a moment. Ozario collects... dolls?

"I know... It's a little feminine, right?" Ozario looked at the doll as he responded to my reaction.

I shook my head. "I like a man who can admit these kinds of things. You're just unique. Is there a reason behind it," I asked him?

O.C. sighed every time he tried explaining, "My moth... Just some kids at a fabric store my brother and I used to... Nothing. I have no reason. I just like repainting and repairing toys." Ozario set his doll down and closed the paint box. He slid the cup of water away.

"That's a Mattel company doll. What model?"

"M-Monster H-High." Ozario sunk into his chair and answered nervously. He tousled his hair.

My eye popped open and my mouth dropped. I shouted. "That's a Monster High Doll! Whoa! She looks exactly like Emily from The Corpse Bride by Tim Burton. You're so gifted."

Ozario shook his head. "All I did was change her body and clothes. It's almost the same as your canvas artwork." He paused, then sighed.

I wrapped my hands behind my back and swayed. "May I watch you," I asked, politely?

"Sure, Cati. You may." He flashed his adorable dimples at me.

I watched him continue to paint the bald doll. I wondered when he would return the hair. I noticed how careful he was, so he wouldn't mess anything up. Ozario looked at me. I swayed in the chair with my fist holding my chin up. I happily glanced back. He laughed at me.

"You're asking me to speed things up, aren't you?" Ozario questioned me. I guess, I had a look on my face or something.

"No. I'm just wondering when you will put the hair on your doll. Have you repainted a doll and left it bald before?"

"I have. 20,000 bald dolls for children with cancer. It was a charity, fundraising thing. I designed dolls with cuts on them to spread awareness, or seriousness, of... abuse and... Well. You get my point. I don't just do this for fun most of the time. I used to do shows for kids with these. They loved them." Ozario shrugged and slowly smiled as he reminisced. "I have been a part of many fundraisers and tried to spread awareness for many people of many issues and lifestyles. It ended when I came here... Sadly. I still sell them. This one is going to a Tim Burton fan."

My hands fell on the table softly. Wow. Ozario is really sweet.

"Want to see a magic trick?"

"Sure!" I accepted. I smiled and gave him a drum roll.

Ozario held up three wavy strands of blue hair to place inside the dolls head. "I am only going to use three holes. Watch carefully." He warned.

I leaned in.

"One." Ozario sewed in one strand of hair.

"Two." He sewed in the second.

"Three." Ozario sew in the last strand of hair, but the entire head was filled with wavy and grey-ish blue locks.

My mouth dropped. I started clapping and cheering for him.

"Amazing! Bravo!"

Ozario laughed at my reaction. "You're so weird."

"Pfft! You are, too!" I waved downward and said, "But I like it... St. Ozario, the new Santa Claus."

He flashed a charming grin and shook his head. Then, he set the finish product on a small display. Later, I learned some things about Emmett, the tough guy. He told plenty of hilarious jokes and was a good man for taking care of his woman like a gentleman. Henry and Em hung out a lot because they had a lot in common. Emmett was slightly tougher than Henry. Yet, they sure loved to see who the best was.

Leah and Seth were an odd bunch. They always fussed at each other in the cutest of ways, since they were siblings. Some days, I took Leah's side. Some days, I took Seth side. Other days, I took my own because I wanted them to shut up and stop including me in their mess... But, they are still adorable to me.

I ate healthier than usual because Ozario cooked for me most of the time. His cooking always put a smile on my face. The food was so good that, for the second time of my life, I ate a salad! I hated salad until he prepared a mean fruit and meat salad that made my taste buds go berserk! Ozario's many dishes were worldly and very welcoming, like an adventurous and loving home. He tried harder than anyone else to keep me happy during this hard time. At night, he figured I might have nightmares, so he prevented them by sleeping next to me every night since the day I arrived.

Ozario and his brother, Henry, also continued teasing the hell out of me. The brothers loved playing pranks on me far too much. They often pulled one together to distract my mind from the problems I had. They always got me to smile a lot. Though they were still jerks, they were the best when time for a laugh.

The family did share one similar taste, all of them loved baseball. They watched it on television a lot. Still, the Cullens enjoyed being with each other more than anything. The entire family was a marvelous joy to be around and learn from, but there were days when they left. My paranoias and traumas would sneak in after their absence. Ozario sometimes felt uneasy about leaving me alone at their house, so he would request someone to keep me company in his absence. Sometimes, I felt like I had to get out of there. I thought a lot about leaving for good, even after agreeing to stay. I still thought it would be best.

Some of the Cullens motivated me into getting healthier. I would watch all of them move and work with a lot of energy, even Carlisle and Esme were so full of youth. So, I planned a terrific way to get my mind off of some dangerous tracks. To train in something new would help as a distraction. I learned how to do parkour unlike the others. It worked most of the time. At first, it was just in the backyard, running and jumping off trees or flipping off the back porch. I finally reached a goal when I did my first backflip off of a car and landed on my feet. There were days when I snuck off to the gym for a gymnastics class, which helped me get better at parkour. I wanted to feel free for once and cartwheeling across town seemed like the only thing I could think of to get that feeling.

There were times that turned into hot water. Through observations, I discovered the strange and the mysterious. Alice and Edward. That also distracted me. Rosalie detested how eagleeyed I was. She told the family I was a danger, which meant the longer I stayed, the closer they were to dying. Truthfully, I wasn't even close enough to figuring out their darkest secrets. I found out about Alice on a common, dull day in town. We were walking down a sidewalk and was about to cross the street when Alice snatched me away from the road as a drunken truck driver passed us.

"Catalina! Oh! You almost died! I didn't think it was supposed to be today," Alice panted, then breathed calmly.

I was confused. You didn't think I'd die today? "Uh..." I sighed and helped console her, "Calm down my psychic friend. Thank you for saving my life. You are very kind."

Alice looked at me in surprise. "How did you know about my visions?" She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, quickly. She murmured underneath her hands, "Oh! You didn't! Oops!"

I blinked. "Well. That's off my bucket list." I muttered.

"What?"

I described one of my bullets. "Finding somebody who's extraordinary. I thought I'd be a little less lo – uh – confined... No. I don't know." Well, I tried to describe it.

Alice tilted her head. "You aren't creeped out?"

I shook my head. "No. Your gift explains why you're so quick to answer questions, though. I kind of already theorized you were capable of predicting the future. I just didn't want to ask because I thought my theory could've been wrong. I would sound crazy, so I left it alone." I admitted.

Alice smiled and asked. "Extraordinary?"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "I won't say it again, Alice. I might give you a bubble head."

We giggled as we strolled down the street. After the almost incident, Alice became more comfortable with telling me many things. Edward – almost as obvious with his gift– helped me cook by handing me things I thought of like salt and pepper. I glanced at him from my peripheral vision and tested my next theory. I crossed my arms and smiled kindly at him. Thank you for your help.

"You're welcome," Edward accidentally confirmed it.

I smirked and slid some eggs on my plate. "So... You did read my thoughts at the hospital. Forgive me for testing my theory. I am sort of surprised and interested in it. Thank you, again," I admired.

"Uh... I." Edward look dumbfounded.

He ended up walking away from me afterward. So, a few of my theories were proved to be true. The family still accepted me with open arms, despite that. However, they saw me differently than the night I arrived because of these events. They trusted me... Well, except Rosalie obviously. I've been happy with most of the family's mutual understanding that I would never want to hurt them. I knew they kept me as a valuable and benevolent secret too for now.

Christmas appeared as another long, cold and dreary day. It wouldn't be the same knowing I'm all what's left of my family. Ozario and his family made a lovely grave for my mom and grandma near their home. I visited the graves too many times to count. I had let go all the tears I could give out. I ran away on Christmas night to sing my mother's and grandmother's favorite holiday songs for them. Ozario found me and stay by my side until I finished, then we headed back.

I wanted to feel like the Cullen house was my home. I couldn't. It was the Cullen house. There were millions of thoughts swirling in my mind telling me to leave it. I believed I should've because The Vipers found me in Forks twice. They could find me again. Those beasts could kill the Cullens as well as me. I loved Ozario too much. If I allow him and his family to die because of my existence, it would be the worst thing I could ever let happen to them. I don't think I was ready to live with other people again. How dare I just rebound like so. My thoughts mortified me magnificently. I had decisions I needed to make on my own. I needed to go home because, in the Cullens' house, I felt like an unsuitable member of a perfectly functional ass family. I was the rot growing in that family tree.

[Exclusive Life content: Ozario's crisis.]

Draft: A deleted scene from Silver Night that I want to put in Life instead. It's a beautiful scene and this is the first time it's been written. The song I had listened to was Kisses and Cake composed by John Powell. It was on the film, PS I Love You (2007) directed by Richard LaGravenese.

There for a Friend

If There is Anyway to Ease Her Pain, I'll Do It...

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The Cullens went out for a hunt. I stayed behind to watch over my best friend, Catalina. I found her drawing at the desk. The art were little index cards with cartoons on them. I tapped her shoulder and waved her to come with me. Downstairs I had a few games we could play together and then by four in the afternoon, I was going to take her out for food.

We played with these huge exercise balls by throwing them at each other and bouncing on them. We laughed whenever one of us fell off. I fell face first onto the floor. We play Cards Against Humanity and the Uno. Later, Catalina shared that she hadn't wanted to go out but enjoy time with me. In her eyes, I saw the deep pain and wonder. So, I agreed to stay inside. Instead, I had her join me in the kitchen. We cooked and then watched on YouTube a horror game-play by Cat's favorite youtuber.

The light from the orange sun illuminated the room later in the day. Catalina and I were on the couch. The indoor lights were off. I read a book. She was on my lap, pondering about things. My fingers brushed through the strands of her hair. I heard the soft sound of her breath. The book, I had set down to find Catalina asleep. Was she really that comfortable? Hmm.

Gingerly, I slid from under Catalina to lay a blanket and a few pillows on the floor. Slow, I carried my friend on my back and grew a bit larger. The fur should comfort her, she used to love that. I hoped she would wake to see me the way I was, not after what recently happened. I rested for a bit too.

When, I woke I found that my fur had shed. Shit. Silently, I swept the floor as much as possible. There! No evidence. The fur was on the dust pan. Catalina was waking up. Swiftly, I disappear, not wanting her to see the white hairs. There were soft pink and orange streams of light coming into the windows. I heard the shuffle of the sheets and peeked my head to spy on Cat behind a wall. When she sat up, she plucked at something on the floor and lifted it up to one of the lights. Her eyebrows furrowed. The last white strand. She slightly smiled and then looked around the room until her eyes met that strand again. She looked out the window, eyes golden, wondering about her friend Onyx and brought the strand to her heart. I wondered to myself... Can this sight be anymore beautiful? If only I could show you right now... but I can't. I love you too much to frightened you. I'm sorry...