AFTERMATH
Edward POV
We all could hear her sobbing the entire night – that's all I could hear; her tortured cries. We all repeatedly attempted to try to get her to open the door, but she was ignoring us all. The hours were slowly and painfully going by and I can't help but feel her anger and sadness is all my fault. I did this to her; damned her before she was even born. It's my fault my baby is going to have to go through a transformation that is like that of letting flames engulf her and run through her veins for three fucking days.
I heard her alarm for school go off and the heard her shower turn on minutes later her door was finally swinging open and my little girl didn't have her normal spark, she was here but then again wasn't. The dead look in her eyes wounded me even further to know that look was all my fault I would do anything to take that look away yet there was nothing I could do to make it right.
She went down to the kitchen bringing a bottle of vitamins with her and stuffed them in the fridge. She pulled out an apple and then started some coffee – she no doubt needed it she hadn't slept at all last night. She ate her apple chewing more thoroughly than she ever does and then popped a piece of bread into the toaster. She ate that and then poured herself some coffee and drank it black and then shoved an orange pill into her mouth and swallowed – a vitamin.
Then without talking to anyone she left walking out of the house into the downpour with just her sneakers, jeans, dark blue t-shirt, and fitted white sweatshirt. The rain soaked her and she just walked very slowly – slower than her normal perky pace that could match any human's. She can't go to school in this state, but then again her locked in her room for the whole day would be even worse.
I came to the conclusion to all I could make her do – change her clothes and let me or someone she hates less drive her to school possibly Bella or Alice.
Ella POV
Through the night – or morning – I cried more than I had in my whole life. I fucking hate my life, I hate my freaking family, I freaking hate my parents for bringing me into this fucking world, and I hate myself for hating them. I wish I was dead.
My alarm went off and I caught my reflection in the mirror in my bathroom it was that of a stranger – my eyes were rimmed in red from crying up and not sleep, there were frenzied spots on my cheeks and there was a disturbing, crazy look in my eyes. I picked up my razor and contemplated the damage it would do, but that could trigger the change. Then I thought about jumping out of the window, but that wouldn't work either I would get hurt not die but I would be hurt enough that that could trigger the change as well. What was I thinking?
I turned on the shower in hopes of clearing my head – it didn't. I just changed quickly ate and then headed out the door into the downpour.
"Ella," my father said his hand firmly yet softly gripping my shoulder. I tried to shake it off but he gripped a bit tighter and I turned to look at him, I don't know what expression was on my face but it seemed to place pain in his eyes – pain I didn't wish to cause.
"Ella, come change into some dry clothes and then I'll drive you to school, okay." It was worded like a question but by the tone he had I could tell it was an order.
I did as he told me. And he drove me to a Forks High I don't think I'll even get sleep here.
I made it to my locker in plenty of time and Sophie was waiting near my locker with an apologetic look in her eye, but when she saw my face she looked so concerned.
"What's the matter?" She asked, but I saw too many eyes staring at me. "I tell you later…on the phone." I tacked on the last part I would never have enough privacy to tell her this in this school with all the eavesdroppers that live in this town. She scowled a bit and then spoke, "My Dad's home on leave, my Mom's having me stay out of school for the rest of this week and most of the next."
Wow, this is terrible – I mean the timing not that her father's home from wherever the military sent him last time. Mr. Cheney made the unfortunate mistake of joining the military when he was twenty-two and soon after he married Angela and Sophia was born he was deployed to some country in the Middle East. He hasn't been able to get out of the military since there is a lack of willing enlistees.
"Will I still be able to call you," I asked her and she nodded. "I just want to tell you, I feel really bad." She said looking at me face again and the concern came back into her always kind brown eyes.
Stephen Harris POV
The goddess walked into school with a dead look in her eyes. That look haunted me what could cause that angel such pain, how could someone that beautiful that heavenly look so dead. The light in her eyes was dulled by whatever caused that horrid look in her eyes.
I don't even know her name and yet I care for her so. I want to comfort her take that look away from those beautiful brown eyes.
Then a gentle breeze blew after the doors shut behind her and her scent hit me with the such force. The scent made me hunger for her blood and I tried to overcome that desire she was in pain and I needed to know why. To help her and take that look out of her eyes that cause me pain to see an angel look like she's just been set aflame.