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'No Ordinary Cinderella' – A Twilight Fanfic

By No Ordinary Cinderella

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Saffron's POV

Chapter Seventeen

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I sat by the window as I slowly watched the black star-filled night, mix itself with hues of red and orange, the moon slowly faded with its small light for the glowing sun to appear hours later, on the horizon.

The day brightened, and the orange glows turned to a mild blue before the bright blue sky made an appearance. The blues faded into navy, until finally turning red again, and then fading into night with the moon resting high in the sky. An endless cycle, repeated every day.

It showed me the brightness and hope of the day, and the dark shadows that haunted the night. But it also showed me that there was always hope in that black sky, that small stars were clustered near each other and, although small, still shined, like there was hope even in a black world.

I heard as someone approached the door, stopping there, hesitating. "You can come in, after all this house belongs to you." I whispered.

I heard a small creak of the door and then the small click, signifying its closure.

A sigh escaped the lips of the person who had just entered.

"Can I talk to you?" The deep, silky voice asked.

"Of course."

I turned to face whoever it was but they placed their hands on my eyes before I could fully turn around to see who it was.

If my heart could beat, it would be doing so frantically.

"Don't turn around, please, just…face the window, it would be much easier on me."

I did as I was asked and faced the window, opening my eyes; the hands fell from my face.

"Saffron, I…I…well…I-I, I'm not sure how to put this in words, because no words would describe how…" He sighed and then added, "I can't tell you because I am not good with words, but please, just look at this, I'll leave it by your bed, just…just look at it, for me. Please."

I heard the small noise as the object was placed against something. I then heard his receding footsteps until the door was closed.

I turned around and my eyes caught hold of a small painting. I carefully walked over to it, and as soon as my eyes saw the image, I couldn't look away.

It was like a mirror, except the painting held more life and emotions and feelings in the girl's eyes. It was a painting of her, as a…human. Why had anyone painted this? Why would anyone want to paint me?

The brush strokes were seen but did not ruin the image, it was a…masterpiece. Even though they didn't pick a subject worthy enough for the painter.

I wasn't smiling in the picture, but my mother's eyes were looking up at me, staring at me, with incredible feelings and emotion. It was like I could feel my emotions on that day, when he painted it.

I carefully picked up the painting and opened the door to my room, no one was outside…so who could it be?

My new vampire memories caught up with me, and I could see the paintings lining the walls in the bedroom I had woken up in. Whoever owned that room was whoever painted this picture.

I had to find out why someone had painted me. I had to find out why he left me this, and what it meant. I knew it was a he because his voice was deep.

In my haste to find that room, I didn't hear or notice a small piece of paper fall to the ground from the back of the picture frame.

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Very short chapter, I know and am sorry but I wanted to leave the cliff hanger!

Won't update till about, Friday or Thursday so this will have to do.

Erm, a quick poem?

Sticks and stones,

May break my bones,

But words will never hurt me

But why do I,

Sit and cry,

When my father says I'm stupid and ugly?

Words hurt more than the scars on my back,

Or more than when I receive a whack,

So who came up with that stupid rhyme,

Because all this time,

I tried to believe your words, but the words my father hit at me,

Were worse than all the scars on my body,

So who came up with that stupid saying?

Because words can hurt more than a slap and a beating,

I foolishly tried to believe that your rhyme was true,

Because I once believed you