Chapter 6: Christ And Cherry Pie

A story by Yellow Smoke

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Year 1956


As Willow looked upon the grey clouds her heart began to fracture slightly, as the weather was another reminder of her whereabouts, and how much her life had gone down hill over two weeks. Willow couldn't deny she missed New York, and the feeling of being homesick grew as the days passed, mostly because she knew there was no going home. Despite how much she hated this shithole, it was going to be her home until she became eighteen, and had enough money to move back. And Willow doubted she ever would gather enough money to leave.

What Willow doubted even more was that the building in front of her was going to give her any comfort. The place was actually bigger than Willow had thought, but as she looked around in the parking lot, she realized that this was the place where the citizens of Leavenworth gathered, and Willow already dreaded it. The building itself hadn't done anything to Willow, although she hated it anyway. It was built in red stones, and with a small tower in the front, it looked like most churches to Willow, while the windows were made out of colored glass, telling the story of how Christ suffered for humanity.

And it was a big church, far bigger than most churches Willow had seen, but as she looked around she realized it wasn't just old people who feared death who came to this place, no, it was everyone. Willow watched as families went in there, small children, and people from her high school, who probably had come since they were infants. Back in New York, Willow had never met anyone at her age who went to church, but once more it was proven that things truly were different in Leavenworth. Willow wasn't even sure she had been to a communion before, let alone participated in one, but she knew that she didn't believe in god, and wouldn't have been here unless Patricia had forced her.

Willow had managed to dodge last Saturday, claiming she didn't feel too well, and Patricia had gone on her own. However this week Willow didn't really have an excuse, as Patricia had woken her up early, to prepare her, as though she was going to homecoming. Willow could only watched with jealousy as Frank had stayed at home, for once drinking his beer inside the house, as he long ago had made it clear he wasn't going to come to church with Patricia. Willow however didn't have the same courage as him, and so she had been forced to wear her finest white and blue striped dress, with a white collar around her neck, truly looking far more decent than she actually was. Patrica had combed her honey colored hair as well, and neatly styled a low bun, although Willow's curls couldn't be tamed, and several of them had already escaped their tight prison, and framed her face.

Patricia had clearly tried to dress her so she would impress people, although Willow didn't feel this would impress anyone, but as she arrived at the church, she realized every girl at her age was dressed just as innocently as she was. Which soothed her slightly, although it scared her as it told a lot about this town.

"Come now dear, we don't want to be the last," Patricia told her, as she grabbed Willow's hand, and began to lead her inside. Patricia had dressed rather similarly, although she was wearing, in Willow's opinion, a rather ugly pink hat and white fine gloves, which made her look ten years older. The hat only made her seem longer and boneyer than she already was, but at least it tried to hide her dead eyes, although the color did little for her pale skin.

Much to Willow's annoyance Patricia began to point out who all the important people were, while they stepped into the church. The truth was Willow cared very little for any of those people, and she couldn't care less for their profession or private life. Patricia however, had to be the queen of gossip in this town, and Willow began to realize this woman knew everyone, as people seemed to wave, while they stared sceptical at Willow. Probably wondering if she was as strange as they had heard. Her aunt thankfully didn't seem to notice, as she guided Willow toward the middle of the church, and got themselves seated on the wooden bench.

"That over there is Mr. Marshall and his wife… you probably know their child, Sharon Marshall from school?" her aunt whispered excited, as she pointed to what Willow would describe as a snobbish couple in the front rows. Sharon was thankfully not there, but she was the very image of her mother, with long blonde hair, and Willow already hated the whole family. "Oh god… don't they just make such a lovely couple. They started dating at the same time Frank and I did," Patricia whispered, and Willow wondered if her aunt perhaps had a small crush on Mr Marshall, not that she could blame her, as a man like Frank left a lot to be desired.

The good thing about Patricia was she didn't exactly talk with anyone, as she talked for them, and so Willow never really had to answer her. She could just nod once in a while, while she slowly zoned out from the world around her, and dwelled on her own thoughts. It was a thing she often did, almost without thinking, and her eyes lazily began to scan the whole room, as she forced herself to relax. She always hated large crowds, and going to church with sixty people was no exception, especially not when most of the people were old, surrounded by ghosts. None of them really seemed to have noticed Willow could see them, except her aunt's annoying young dead friend who had bothered her since she arrived.

And she had now officially been in Leavenworth for two weeks. So far she had managed to get into one car accident, made herself into the school's new freak, and she had gotten zero friends. Willow wasn't even sure she wanted to befriend anyone, but it still hurt her that the difference between her and the rest of the world were that visible. Patricia was strangely the only one who really tried to get acquainted with her, while Frank only had gotten worse over time, and saw her as a problem he was going to regret.

Willow's first two weeks had truly sucked, and she wasn't sure she would survive another week in this god forsaken town, with it's simple minded people. A part of her just wanted to go back to her mother, in their tiny apartment in New York, mostly because she felt safe there, although she knew that part of her life was over. Her mother didn't want her, and despite the fact Willow had a roof over her head, she felt like she was homeless, or at least her soul was.

Without thinking Willow's eyes landed on the image at the altar. A huge painting of Jesus Christ on the cross, as he suffered for all of humanity, and for a moment Willow felt sorry for him. She didn't even believe in god, but she felt sorry for the way this man's life had ended, as pain could be seen in his eyes, while blood ran from his hands and feets. Had he too felt homeless and abandoned? Willow couldn't really see what she and Christ had in common, but perhaps he too had felt different like her?

But she was pulled out of her thoughts, as someone else sat down beside her, and without looking Willow already knew who it was. Perhaps it was his smell, or Willow had simply known on some sort of deeper level, as she lifted her head, and her fear was confirmed. Because right next to her Edward Cullen was seated, who gave her a small smile as their eyes met, his eyes once more golden like honey.

To Willow he looked absolutely gorgeous, although she shouldn't be thinking like that about a man who killed people. But his hair had been styled perfectly, although Willow wasn't sure his coppery hair was styled at all, but it suited his light brown checkered jacket perfectly, and made him look like someone who had stepped out of a movie.

"Miss Cross," he greeted in a low voice, and as he did so, Willow realized he didn't come alone.

Beside him Alice Cullen was seated, dressed so fashionably that Willow felt ashamed of herself, as she wore a beautiful dark blue dress, with strips of red and white at the hems. And although her short hair looked sort of odd, she had styled it nicely, and overall she looked like a fairy.

But next to her Dr. Cullen was seated, who sent chills down her back, as she hadn't seen him since he made his threat. He however waved to her, as though everything was fine between the two of them, as he once more flashed his teeth, and looked just as beautiful as his family. And beside him was a just as beautiful person, whom Willow hadn't seen before. If she had to create an image of a mother, this woman would probably be that very image, as there was something strangely soothing about her. She wasn't beautiful in the same stunning way Rosalie Cullen was, but she was beautiful in a more natural way, with wavy caramel colored hair, which seemed to match her eyes, while she was dressed in a very fashionable dark green dress and matching high heels. And Willow had to assume she was Mrs. Cullen.

She however quickly noticed the past seemed to be attached to Mrs. Cullen as well, although it was in the shape of an elderly woman, and an infant, which to Willow was surprisingly, as she rarely saw children so young. None of them however seemed afraid of this woman, and the elderly woman almost seemed sorry, as though she had done something wrong. Willow would almost guess it to be Mrs. Cullen's own mother, as they had the same heart shaped face, and facial features, but she couldn't be sure.

"I didn't know you and your family went to church," Willow whispered back to Edward as a greeting, and tried to reply to him faster than she had done previously. Edward Cullen was clearly beginning to sense something was wrong about her as well, and she had to step up her own act, before he realized she was cursed.

"We come here once in a while," Edward whispered back, although Willow doubted that was true, as everyone seemed to be staring at the family, making Willow believe this was their first time. "I however, didn't know you believed in god," Edward then noted, while Willow could feel her aunt stare at her, clearly interested in their conversation.

"I don't," was all Willow said softly, before she turned her head away, as she didn't want her aunt to get involved in this conversation as well, although it already was too late, as her aunt softly whispered in her ear, as Edward began to talk to his sister.

"I didn't know you were friends with Dr. Cullen's kids?" she asked surprised, clearly interested in all of the gossip she hoped Willow would have for her, but Willow quickly shook her head before she could ask for it.

"We have just met at school… i don't know them that well," Willow told her in a hushed voice, although she didn't know that the whole Cullen family could hear them.

But before her aunt could question her any further, the priest finally began, and Willow almost sighed in relief. It wasn't as though Willow heard any of the priest's words, the man far too old and boring to keep her focused, but it gave Willow a chance to relax, or at least get some time to herself.

Because it was hard to relax when you were surrounded by murders and ghosts. To Willow the amount of ghosts these people brought along were insane. First of all there was Patricia's dead friend with a bleeding wound in his head, who continued to annoy her at all times, clearly trying to tell her something Willow didn't want to hear. On top of that there was Edward's dead mother, not to mention all of the dead men he seemed to be dragging with him, who all were bleeding from their neck. Willow however noticed that one of the men, who always followed Edward, seemed to be staring at Mrs. Cullen, although she couldn't understand why.

Alice however, didn't seem to have any ghosts surrounding her, as though she had no ties to the world. Willow hadn't been that close to her, except at geography classes, but it wasn't before now that she realized the girl had none connected to her, which surprised Willow slightly. Dr. Cullen only had one as well, the old priest, who for once seemed rather calm, as though he was listening to the priest that was speaking. And then there was Mrs. Cullen, with the old woman and the infant.

Edward, Rosalie, Jasper and Emmett were clearly those who had killed the most, from what Willow could see, which made her wonder what the difference was between them and the rest of the family. It was another thing she would have to add to her notes, which had grown in size over the last two weeks, yet Willow had no answer to all of her questions. She just knew something was off with these kids, that they weren't like anybody else, and they seemed to stick together most of the time, which was why Willow had such a hard time finding out which ghosts belonged to whom.

But even though Willow had looked in every book she could think of, and observed their every move from distance, she had learned very little of use. She couldn't even decide if they were humans or not, although she had come to a conclusion that they were, as nothing else would make sense. Fairy's, werewolves, zombies and vampires simply didn't exist, just like being a princess wasn't an actual profession. Willow had already returned the books, as she had found the whole thought ridiculous and far from serious, although she had actually considered it for a moment. Mostly because they were far too stunning to be humans, but the whole idea was absurd, and some people probably had better genes than others.

But why did five adopted children and their parents have the same off eye color? Why did they all seem so stunningly beautiful, and why were they all pale and cold? Willow had even though they might be part of some cult, who helped them look the way they did? Perhaps it was some sort of government experiment? Or maybe they worked for the mob, which would explain the dead bodies.

But in the end none of her theories explained all her observations, and Willow would soon have to realize she wasn't going to get all of her answers, which meant she had to let all of it go, and try to live her life instead.

Yet she still felt scared as she sat next to the statue, who was called Edward Cullen. Her heart instantly beated faster in any of their presence, although they seemed oddly calm about her, if not curious once in a while. Willow knew she had caught their attention as well, which wasn't something she should try to seek, and a part of her wondered if it would be better to let this go, if it meant the Cullens would leave her alone.

Edward however, didn't even look once at her through the whole ceremony, and even as they knelt before the altar and received their bread and wine, he remained silent. Although Willow couldn't help but think he had the face of an angel, as he swallowed his piece of bread, and stared up at the painting of Christ.

It wasn't before they left the church Willow spoke to the Cullens again, although this time Willow would rather have gone straight home. But her aunt Patricia wasn't the queen of gossip for nothing, and so outside the church Willow was dragged around, and introduced to everyone. It was a cloudy day, and Willow truly just wanted to go home, but it almost seemed like a tradition that people in Leavenworth stayed after church to talk. Their children played, as men patted each other on the back, while their wives shared the latest news.

And Willow could feel how people stared at her, rather curiously, clearly waiting for Patricia to bring her over to them, so they could say they had met her. But Willow already knew what they said behind her back, that she was a strange girl, and perhaps not completely sane. Willow would rather go straight home to Frank, and never show her face at church again, but she realized it wasn't possible.

But the Cullen's stayed as well, clearly trying to make an appearance among other people, and they spoke politely to people and showed their perfect smiles. It seemed as though the husbands stared at Mrs. Cullen with lust, while their wives stared at Dr. Cullen with longing. They were in every way the perfect couple, and Willow could understand why people seemed to envy them, as Dr. Cullen held his wife's hand so tenderly, and she looked up at him with true love.

And despite how little Willow wanted it, her aunt was dead set on speaking with the charming Dr. Cullen, no matter how much fear seemed to creep into Willow as her aunt dragged her toward them, while all their golden eyes seemed to stare curiously at her as they got closer.

"Dr. And Mrs. Cullen, it's so very nice to see you at our church," her aunt greeted as soon as it was possible, while Willow tried to look everywhere else, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed, although fear was her main feeling. "Although you seem to be missing a few members of your family," she added, and Willow could have died in embarrassment. Her aunt was curious like no one else, and could just have said so, it would have been better than what she just did.

"I am afraid our other children was otherwise engaged," Mrs. Cullen replied with a smile, and answered very smoothly, while Dr. Cullen wrapped his arm around her waist. "But it's so nice to see you Mrs. Quinn," she said, as though they were old friends, although Willow doubted that. "And you must be Willow Cross," Mrs. Cullen then suddenly said, as she stared directly at Willow, making her blush.

"Yes… It's nice to meet you Mrs. Cullen…" Willow managed to mumble through sheer fear and embarrassment, and she without thinking shook her ice cold hand, while her heart once more tried to escape her chest as panic overtook her. She couldn't even look at the kind lady's eyes, although she seemed rather sweet and calm. Almost like the mother she never had.

"Call me Esme dear, i have heard so much about you," she smiled, as she let go of Willow's hand, who blushed even more, as she felt the heat spread through her cheeks.

"How have you been doing since your last visit to the hospital Miss Cross?" Dr. Cullen then suddenly asked, before Willow could come up with some sort of reply to Esme. She almost looked surprised at the blonde doctor, and wondered for a moment if they were trying to embarass her any further. However, before Willow could answer, her aunt seemed to take over once more, while Willow noticed Edward Cullen was smiling, clearly finding this far more funny than she did.

"Oh she has been doing just fine thanks to you," Patricia smiled, clearly far too smitten by this doctor, who gave her a kind smile back, although to Willow it didn't seem that genuine. "Although she has been taking a lot of aspirin," her aunt then suddenly added, much to Willow's horror, as Dr. Cullen seemed to look at her in surprise, while she couldn't believe her aunt actually had noticed that.

"I just have a headache now and then…" Willow muttered quickly, trying to play it down, although as she looked at Edward Cullens smug face, she could see he knew it wasn't true.

"Well if it continues, call the hospital and schedule an appointment, and i will look into it," Carlisle told her, almost sternly, although Willow sensed he said that for her aunt's sake and not hers, as Willow wasn't going to set her foot there willingly ever again, but Patricia seemed to nod. Willow would simply have to be more discreet when she took her pills, or she would get in trouble.

Thankfully for once, someone decided to change the subject, before Willow could be discussed any further, as Alice began to speak to Patricia, but to her horror it wasn't good news for her.

"Mrs. Quinn, my brother and I are going for ice cream, and I wondered if Willow would be allowed to join us, unless you got other plans with her?" Alice asked innocently, with a voice that sounded like small bells, as everyone looked at the tiny girl with shock. Willow was even unable to protest, as her mouth seemed to open and close a few times, but to her surprise Dr. and Mrs. Cullen looked surprised as well, while Edward Cullen almost looked furious at his sister. But it only lasted a few seconds before everyone seemed normal once more, except Willow.

Because she would rather die than go eat ice cream with a killer and a fairy, and as she looked up at the grey skies she realized it wasn't even good weather for ice cream, if anyone actually sold ice cream in this shithole. Willow almost looked pleadingly at her aunt, hoping she would say no, and her aunt seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking at Edward Cullen with suspicion. If it only had been Alice and Willow she would have no problem, but Willow with a boy, Patricia wasn't sure that was propper. And for once Willow agreed with her aunt, despite the fact she had taken a ride in his car just last week, although Patricia didn't know that.

"Well…" Patricia said slowly, while everyone waited, clearly not sure what to say. Because on one hand it didn't feel right to let Willow be with a boy, but on the other hand she wanted Willow to make friends, and being friends with people of such high standing was something she wanted for Willow.

"Oh please Mrs. Quinn, I will be there the whole time, Edward is just our driver, and i will make sure she is home before four," she promised, and Willow thought she almost looked like a child, pleading for a lollipop.

And apparently, much to Willow's horror, it worked, as Patricia seemed to agree, without asking Willow if she actually wanted to.

"Alright, go have fun," she smiled, and Alice squealed in delight, a small strange high tones sound, before she ran over and grabbed Willow's hand, as though she wanted to make sure Willow didn't try to run away.

"We are going to be good friends, I can see it," she smiled, almost smugly, while Patricia simply waved, as Alice dragged Willow off, and Edward went with them as he glared at his sister.

"You really don't have too," Willow tried to protest, as they got close to Edwards navy blue Bentley, and Willow realized the Cullen's had arrived in two cars. Had this been planned, or were they really going for ice cream afterwards? Her heart suddenly seemed to explode in fear once more, not that she had much time to think about any of it.

"There is no point in arguing with Alice," Edward told her honestly with a sigh, as he unlocked the doors, and Alice jumped in on the backseat with all of their ghosts, which to Willow was a strange sights, to watch the little fearless girl sit on the backseat, surrounded by dead bleeding people. "Ladies first," Edward then said, as he held the door open for Willow, who with a groan sat down on the front seat, knowing she couldn't get out of this. At least Patricia knew whom she had been with, if they tried to kill her… although Alice Cullen didn't seem like much of a killer.

Then the siblings began to argue whenever they should drive to Dryden, or stay in Leavenworth and eat ice cream. For some reason Edward was determined to stay in town, while Alice insisted Dryden was the better place, and Willow almost wanted to leave the car. Then all of the sudden in the middle of their argument, Alice sighed while she stared into the thin air for a moment, before she gave up and Edward smiled in triump as he turned the engine on, and drove to the only dinner in town.

Leavenworth dinner was like everything else in this town… a disappointment. The place didn't look like any of the fancy dinners Willow had seen in New York, and was a small cottage at the end of the mainstreet, built in wood. Everything seemed to be wooden on the inside as well, with the exception of the green chairs, and white napkins. Thankfully the dinner was almost empty at this point, and so they were seated at the far end, as far away from any natural light source as possible. With only a candle to make the space seem brighter.

And to Willow's surprise they didn't serve ice cream, which might have explained why Alice was so determined to go to Dryden instead. The waitress, who was in her mid-thirties and heavily pregnant, almost seemed annoyed they asked for ice cream, as they probably weren't the first to ask, and instead they all had to settle for cherry pie and soda.

"Gosh i just love your eye color!" Alice complimented her as their pies arrived, and Willow wondered if this was some sort of competition of who could make her blush most. Willow wasn't sure she liked the strange mixture her eyes were of green, blue and grey hues no one had asked for, and which reminded her of a bad childish drawing, where everything was mixed together. "You and I should really take a shopping trip soon, I know just the dress that would look perfect on you!" Alice gushed, clearly excited about the prospect, while Willow wondered if she meant it.

But it didn't matter, because Willow didn't intend to befriend these people, although Alice Cullen really was trying to. And on top of that Willow doubted she would be able to afford the kind of brands Alice was thinking off.

"Thanks… but i am not really that much into fashion," Willow tried to say, although it came out rather weakly, while Alice seemed to be staring into the thin air for a moment, thinking.

"I really think you would like this dress," she insisted, as she delicately picked up her fork, and dug it into her cherry pie, almost experimentally. And as she ate the first piece Willow had to stop herself from laughing, as it looked as though Alice never had a piece of pie before, and was trying to decide whenever or not she liked it. Just like she carefully took sips of her orange fruit flavored soda, as though it was something she hadn't tried before.

Edward on the other hand ate almost mechanically, or at least Willow thought so, as he took one bit of the pie, chew four to six times before he swallowed, then a big sip of his root beer, and then another forkful of pie, over and over. Willow was almost fascinated as she watched it while she consumed her own pie, and to her disappointment, it didn't taste like the pie had been made recently.

But due to Alice, Willow didn't have time to think much, because while Edward seemed to be silent, Alice spoke for four people. Willow would almost like to see Alice against Patricia in a conversation duel, to know who could talk the most, although Alice seemed to be asking questions, while Patricia just spoke. Willow almost felt like it was an integration as Alice asked all sorts of weird questions. What kind of fashion did Willow like? Did she play any sports? Had she ever been to a fashion show in New York? And who was her favorite actor?

The questions seemed endless, and slightly exhausting to Willow, although Alice seemed to be enjoying the whole thing, while Edward looked like he was about to have a headache. Or couldn't solve some kind of difficult puzzle. The strange thing was, that while Alice learned an awful lot about Willow, Willow never learned more about them, except they both had weird eating habits.

Alice however had this strange thing, where she sometimes simply stared at the thin air in front of her for a few seconds, before she turned back to them, smiled and continued to talk. Willow didn't really understand it, although she couldn't blame her, Willow stared into the air as well sometimes, although it was because she saw something as well. But Alice might as well have some kind of strange illness, and Willow wasn't going to judge her for that.

But suddenly after an hour of conversation Alice once more did it, as she stared into the air in front of her, before she suddenly smiled at them, before she stood up.

"Will you excuse me, I need a human moment," She told them, and grinned toward Edward, who in return made a grimace Willow couldn't understand, as she almost danced towards the bathroom, while Willow followed her move with a raised eyebrow.

"She can be rather annoying at times," Edward said, and although it was clear he was saying it to Willow, he looked at the door Alice had left through, as if she could hear it. To be honest Edward seemed to be bored by the whole thing, but as Alice left, he seemed to light up slightly.

"It's fine… someone has to keep the conversation going," Willow responded, although she was rather busy getting another pill from her purse. All of Edwards' ghosts had started to mumble over the course of the last few minutes, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she could hear them. She had taken one in the car as well, which worried her, as she shouldn't be taking them this frequent.

The strange thing was it seemed as though Willow had to take pills more frequently when she was near the Cullens. As though their ghosts were stronger, and some of their ghosts seemed far more aggressive as well, as one of them beside Edward began to protest loudly as she decided two pills were better than one, and swallowed them quickly, before anyone could argue with her choice.

"That's not very healthy you know," Edward pointed out calmly, as he watched her swallow the pills with an raised eyebrow.

"I don't recall asking for your advice," Willow snapped back at him, as she got the small box back into her purse, and placed it on the floor.

"I know… but i got a rather interesting theory about those pills," Edward told her with a smug look, and a small challenging smile appeared on his face.

"Which is?" Willow asked with a sigh, wondering if she actually wanted to hear this theory.

"You don't have a headache," Edward said, as he leaned forward and whispered it, as though it was a secret. And his eyes almost enchanted Willow, as they had done at the hospital, although she was supposed to believe it was a dream.

The theory however, was true. Because Willow didn't have a headache, and there was something in Edwards eyes that told her he wasn't going to believe her if she denied it. He would simply see through it, something that had happened before, and so Willow knew there was no reason to deny it.

"Then why would I take them?" Willow asked instead, challenging him, and curious as to what he actually thought was wrong.

"You think they help you with something… but they don't," Edward answered her, rather vaguely, and it became clear to Willow he didn't know that much, which made a small smile appear on her face, as it calmed her. She knew that they knew she wasn't normal, that much had been established, but she had always wondered to what extent they knew of her curse, just like they probably wondered how much she knew about them. It truly was a rather strange game between them, and Willow wasn't even sure it was a good idea to be in this game, nevertheless there was no way out at this point.

The whole thing today in itself was absurd, as Willow was eating pie with a murder and a talking pixie, while a normal human would have tried to get as far away from them as possible. Willow wasn't even sure why she had agreed to this, instead of just insisting she had to go home, which any sane person would have done. So perhaps this was proof that she actually was insane, as she like a stupid cat continued to touch the fire, although she knew it would hurt. And in the end might kill her.

Perhaps she was addicted to danger.

"And what exactly are you suggesting i think these pills help me with, if they don't cure my headache?" Willow then asked Edward, to which he thought for a moment. His brown knitted tightly together.

"I am still working on that part of my theory?" he then answered slowly, clearly deep in thought.

And Willow found it so strange, because she should be scared, and she was scared when she met these people. Each time she saw a member of the Cullens, her heart stopped in fear, before it went over the top, trying to escape her body. But then, as she sat down and spoke with them, they began to look like normal people, and she allowed herself to relax. And she relaxed, despite the fact she could see something was wrong with them, despite the fact she knew they had killed people.

She actually almost felt drawn to them, especially Edward Cullen, and a part of her almost wanted to confess the truth. To tell them she saw ghosts. But it was only a thought that crossed her mind, before she told herself she was an idiot, and that was the last thing to do, unless she wanted to appear insane. Although she had a theory as well, that these people were murderers and weren't entirely human, Willow still had her doubts, and it wouldn't do to just blurt it all out.

Unless she wanted to end up in a straight jacket with those who were insane like her in a padded room.

It had been her fear for years, since she was very young, and had told her mom about their ghosts in the apartment. Her mother had been horrified, before she ordered her never to speak of it again, and told her of the horrors of the Asylums. Of their treatments, and the people that went there, never to be seen again.

Willow would do whatever it took to appear normal in the eyes of society, and would never tell anyone of her curse, no matter the cost.

But she couldn't deny her day had been better than any other day in Leavenworth. Being with Alice and Edward was almost like being out with two friends, something Willow hadn't tried before, and she began to wonder if that was how it felt to have a friend. Yet she also felt what she had done was wrong, and so she felt as though her soul was split in two as she went to bed that night, staring up at her ceiling for hours, while she went through the day with the Cullens in her mind, and she tried to decide if what she had done was okay.

But she never found an answer, as eyelids slowly closed, and she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of a normal life with friends and family. Something that in her mind never would be more than a dream.

What she didn't know was that when she woke up the next morning, someone had been in her room, taking something that belonged to her, but it would be too late when she realized what had happened.

Because one action was about to change everything.


So that was chapter 6, thanks to all those who are reading my story, and leaving a comment, it means the world to me! Now what happened in Willow's room while she slept? Because it's really going to change everything! Leave your thoughts!