Chapter 3: Alone
Alexia's POV
I felt very alone when I finally landed in New York City a few hours later. I was alone. I had no one that I could turn to. I had no one that could help me. Maybe it would have been better if I had just turned back. Maybe leaving home was a mistake.
I sighed heavily. Even leaving home was a mistake I could not go back. Would if my family did not even want me back? Maybe they were happy that I was gone. Yeah, that's it I'm sure. I was nothing but a burden to them. They were probably happy that they did not have to deal with the human anymore. No matter what though I still loved them.
Once I had gathered my bags I thought about where I should go. The best thing that I should do would be to go and check into a hotel for the night. Yeah, that is it. I should go check into a hotel for tonight and tomorrow I can go searching for another job and a place to live.
I was about to take out my cell phone and search for hotels online when I remembered that I had left my cell phone at home. I guess that meant that I would just have to walk all over the city until I found a hotel that I would be able to stay at. I picked up a few travel guides and started looking up information on the hotels.
I walked out of the hotel and into the busy parking lot of the airport with the guide stuck in front of my face. I eventually put the pamphlets away so that I would not accidentally crash into any strangers in the city. Honesty it really did not make much of a difference. People kept walking into me without even so much as saying "excuse me" or "sorry".
As I walking I started to feel very alone again. I could feel the sadness building up inside of me. I had nowhere to go. I had no one to turn to. I had absolutely nothing. Was it wrong of me to do what I did? Was it the smart to do what I did? I had so many questions just bouncing around my head. But there was also the fact that I missed my family, even though I was sure that they did not miss me. They barely paid me any attention at home. Not even at school did my brothers pay attention to me. My brothers and I were all seniors and we all went to the same high school. My parents were to busy working to go to school. But what really bothered me was that I had three brothers. Three of them, and not one of them ever bothered to help me or protect me from all of the things that I have been going through at school. I don't even think they knew what was going on at school. There was a group of girls at my school that were constantly bullying me. They humiliated me, they hurt me, and they were just plain vicious. Then there were a group of boys at my school that were always harassing me. Sexually harassing me. They constantly come on to me. They say very sexual and degrading things to me. I can't even count the number of times that they have tried to touch me in very inappropriate places. Basically they view me as nothing more than an object that is just there for there pleasure only.
Yet, my brothers never seemed to notice what was happening to me at my school. Maybe if they knew they could protect me and help me put an end it to it. Because no matter how many times I have told them to stop, no matter how many times I have told the principle nothing ever happens to them. Or maybe my brothers did know but they just didn't care enough about me to try and help me put a stop to the torture that I go through. Yeah, that was probably it. After all no one in my family seems to really care about me. None of them ever asked about how I was doing. The only time they seem to notice me is when my humanity annoys them; such as taking a long time to get ready for school in the morning.
"Hey watch it will you?!" someone screamed before pushing me really hard. I lost my balance at the edge of the sidewalk and fell into the street.
I heard tires screeching and a horn honking. I looked up to see a blinding pair of headlights heading my way. Then...blackout.
All I could register was pain and a beeping sound. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around only to realize that I was in a hospital. The last thing I remembered was being pushed onto the street and then a car coming toward me.
I tried to move only to realize that I was in a hell of a lot of pain. My head was hurting. My ribs were hurting. My left leg and arm were also hurting. When I looked I realized that both my leg and arm were in a cast.
A nurse came in and she looked surprised when she was me awake. "Oh you're awake dear. Do you need anything?" she asked me.
"Some pain medicine. By the way how long have I been here?" I asked her.
"You were brought in just a few hours ago. You were hit by a car and suffered some pretty bad injuries. The doctor that was working on you just left you'll be assigned a new doctor for tonight" she informed me.
"Okay, thank you" I said to her.
She left and seemingly right away someone else came in. My heart sped up right away at the sight of the man. Having been raised in a family like mine I know a vampire from a mile away. This doctor was definitely a vampire. I knew just by the pale skin alone.
Then he finally took notice of me. He stared at me in complete shock. His eyes roaming over my entire body from head to toe. I noticed his gold eyes and I managed to relax a little. Mom and dad always said that a vampire with gold eyes was safer than one with red eyes. Because gold eyes meant they were vegetarians.
But I did not like the way that he continued to stare at me. It was creepy.
"Bella?" he finally said.
"No it's Alexia. Who are you?" I asked him.
"I'm sorry" he said. "It's just that you look exactly like my daughter. I should have known right away that you weren't her. You don't have gold eyes. I haven't seen her in a long time though" he told me. "Anyway I'm Dr. Cullen"
"Well nice to meet you Dr. Cullen. Can I ask you something?" I asked him.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Why do I have a vampire for a doctor?"
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