A/N: Hello readers!! As you may have noticed I changed my user name, seeing as there are like 9999 Golden Eyes and I could never remember what other symbols I added…so yeah. Sorry for any confusion.
Anyways, some of you were asking for the link to Pel's site. It's in my profile, but I'll post it again here.
http://www.ravenclaw.us/twilight/index.php
GO THERE NOW!!!
I'm posting my fic there when I have a spare moment, but just one chapter at a time. Milking for reviews? Maybe.
So…Hope you enjoy chapter 7. I'm trying to delve a bit more deep in this chapter, so I hope it's not too confusing. Edward is rapidly switching his train of thought in parts…I hope you can understand. And yes, its short, really really really short, but all I have time for. Sorry!!
I barely noticed as the walls slid along on either side of me, students flying by. The noise from the cafeteria was dull, coming from far away. They were screaming, talking, maybe whispering? Colourful shapes that might have been people, or signs. Swimming through the tide, bearing a tray that was somehow full, finding a harbour that could have been a table. Three pairs of curious eyes. I knew I appeared caught up in something, some inner turmoil. I could feel their stares boring into me, hear their questioning thoughts. Alice was looking away determinedly; I didn't want to tell them. Are you going to?
I carefully examined the plastic grain of the lunch bench. The fug of my thoughts abided slightly. I wasn't sure. They were perceptive, and they had every right to know. It affected all of them. I knew Rosalie would be thinking the worst…but should I explain only to prove it wasn't so bad? No, because she was right. What I had done- nearly done- had come so close that I- I ground my teeth in frustration. I could just tell Carlisle...I had to inform him. But then Esme…And I couldn't have secrets from half of my family…Then again, I was sure Alice was spilling over with my secrets. If she told Jasper- but it wasn't hers to tell! I couldn't ask her to refrain, though, not with all of them drilling pupil holes into her. So if she did tell Jasper, then there'd be Emmett and Rosalie, Carlisle and Esme, no, I was going to tell Carlisle. He'll understand. But loving Esme…but if I told her, then only Emmett and Rosalie would be ignorant, and she'd be raging furious if she ever found out. So then-
I sighed mentally. I was definitely over-thinking this. Esme's told me to let things sort themselves out. This, however…They should know how I almost…massacred an an entire class of innocents. How I gave in to my thirst, so nearly destroying everything Carlisle had built for us. And all because of-
"Edward! Did you here was I said?"
I looked up, dazed and frowning. Rosalie was glaring.
"Spit it out already because we're just dying to know…" Heavy sarcasm.
"It's…" I furrowed my brow. I scooped up the crumbs and popyseed from the bagel I'd been shredding, dumping them in a now cold bowl of sloshing soup. Balancing an uneaten salad on top of that, I picked up my tray and stood up from the table. "It's nothing."