I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just smiled up to him. Alice must have taken it as a good thing, because she started jumping up and down, her smile wider than ever.
"So, would you like to?" asked Carlisle.
"I would love to."
After a few minutes Carlisle shooed everyone out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was still left staring up at the sterile white tile ceilings, but now with a genuine smile; the first genuine smile I've had in what felt like years. My life started going straight down hill a year or so ago, and seemed to just crash and burn last week. I guess what they said is right after all: once you hit the bottom, the only way you have left to go is up.
Soon, the jittery excitement began to wear off and I was then left with trying to put all my crazy thoughts and experiences over the last week into some sort of straight organized line. There's where I came up with the two things I knew for certain and the two things I was still completely lost about.
First off, I knew my mother was dead. This thought kept creeping up on me every few minutes, and every time it did it felt like a fresh punch in the stomach, wiping the happiness off my face and replacing it with an empty hollow feeling of dread.
Also, and on a much light note, I finally had some sort of certainty as to where my life was heading, at least for a little while. The Cullen's were going to take me in, which was the best news I could have possibly received when faced with everything going on at the time. Carlisle was one of the nicest, most inviting people I knew, and his children, even though I only met two of them for however brief a time, seemed to share some of his charming, inviting qualities themselves.
As for the "completely lost" things, I had no idea what happened with Phil. He was still haunting my dreams, and my head pretty much every time I closed my eyes. Carlisle had mentioned that he shot my mother, which I had remembered from the dreadful night, but I didn't stick around enough to figure out the outcome, and for good reason. The thought that this man could possible still be out there, sent the room spinning with shivers going down my spin. I could hear the beeping of the near by monitors begin to quicken as my hearing began to dull as if I was in some sort of tunnel. I focused on the noise in order to bring me back to reality and slow my heart down before any of the nurses became concerned. With my head cleared, I put this on the top of my list to ask Carlisle when I got the chance.
The other thing I couldn't get out of my head was the beautiful angel face I encountered that night. My delusion looked so real, I can still remember every feature. The pale, chiseled face, the golden eyes, and the wavy bronze-colored hair. I still didn't know what it meant. Maybe I almost died in the crash. This would make sense, only Carlisle said my injuries were pretty minor, other than hitting my head, and I also remembered seeing the boy before blacking out. I couldn't make heads or tails of it.
My head started pounding terribly at this point, so I decided to clear my head of thought, and drifted off to sleep with only the image of the angel face left, keeping me sane.
A/N: So...yeah. It's been a while. A couple years of a while. This is just a bit of a catch up chapter...seeing as I even had to reread the story. I really want to get back into writing, so if there's anyone out there, drop a review in the box. Anyone? Hello? *Echo, Echo, Echo* If your curious where I've been, I'll update it all on my profile.