Summary: My name is Bella. I am your average girl, with average brown hair and eyes. Yet I suffer from your not so average disorder...I am blind.
Disclaimer: I do Not Own the Twilight characters
Parings: EdwardxBella, RosexEmmett, AlicexJasper
Warnings: Language, and Bella OOC...cause she's blind.
Unseen, Yet Believable.
Chapter Six.
It had never occured to me that I could ever let words slip so carelessly off of my tongue but I suppose I had to make up for being blind some how. Being around Edward put me at ease, which, considering my last predicament was quite a step for me.
His cool touch on my hand caused the fire and sadness towards those men, to dissapate before my very unseeing eyes. To bad I could still feel the irration radiating off of him.
"Edward, if you continue to tap your foot like that, I am sure your ankle will fall off."
He didn't answer me, and as a childish response I scowled. So Jessica left me to go to another shop? It wasn't her fault I had extremely bad luck.
"Bella!"
Jessica's voice sounded genuinely concerned but I knew that would not stop Edward's utter hatred of her actions at this moment.
"Thank god," her voice was short on breath, "I thought something had happ- Is that a bruise on your face?"
Man, having pale skin sucked at times like this.
"I fell."
I shrugged hoping she would leave it at that.
"Edward, can I ask what you're doing here?" She stated icily.
"Bella invited me earlier."
Why did he have to drag me into this? And why did Jessica seem to hate him too?
"Ya, he told me he might be in town, so I said if he saw us he should stop by."
I couldn't dismiss the icy vibe I recieved from Jessica, and Edward's low growl made me wonder what he knew that I couldn't get from her body language.
"I believe we were going to dinner isn't that right Bella."
Stupid smooth vampire-voice-ness. After recovering I nodded and heard Jessica scoff.
"Well fine, I guess I'll see you at school then, Bella, Cullen."
Okay, she was mad.
Edward simply said nothing as he took my hand. It was an understatement to say I was mad at him. I mean, he had just practically told off one of my friends, and since that was a rare thing, I had a damn good excuse for wanting to hit him.
"I hope you like Italian," he muttered as I sighed.
I could feel the warm air encircle me as we entered the restaurant. I hated not wearing glasses in public places, it was like my self-confidence dropped one hundred percent when my unfocused eyes were in everyone else's vision.
"Table for two?"
What I assumed to be the host, had stuttered slightly when he said those words, and I noticed a slight tightening of the grip on my hand, but it was so quick I almost thought my imagination was kicking in again.
"Could we get something a little more private?"
I was sure my heart stopped at Edward's words. I couldn't see the host but judging by the fact we were once again moving, I assumed something more private was only seconds away.
"Here you are."
Edward practically pulled me down into the booth as he dismissed the guy.
"Well that was rude," I stated.
"Some men," he said distastefully as I sighed.
There was somethings about Edward I would never understand.
"So anything good to eat at this place?"
"Depends on what you desire."
Okay, is it wrong that those words practically made me melt?
Soon I felt a new presence at the table.
"What can I get you hun?"
Judging by the seduction dripping from her voice, I assumed she was preoccupied with the vampire currentely stationed across from me.
"I'll get a coke," I stated with a tone too my voice that was new to my ears.
Perhaps it was jealousy?
"Two cokes," Edward finished as she left. "You know, your extremely cute when you're jealous."
I felt a blush cover my face when he called me cute. Soon I felt his cool hand, once again find the bruise stationed on my face. I flinched slightly at the pain, but it was one of the smaller injuries I had recieved in my lifetime.
"I was too late," he stated again, as I removed his hand from my cheek.
"Edward, you can't beat yourself up about this," I stated.
That's when it dawned on me. How did he find me?
"What's wrong?"
His voice startled me from my thoughts and I realized that a goofy expression must've made it's way onto my face.
"Well, err, I was just wondering, how did you find me?"
He chuckled lightly.
"Well, I am a super hero after all," he mocked.
"Yet no shooting webs from your hand or speeding out into space to stop a meteor, so how did you do it?"
"Sometimes our kind is born with gifts, and mine happens to be reading the thoughts of those around me."
Shit.
So he could hear everything I was thinking? Oh Lord strike me down now.
"However there is one exception."
Exception? Please say it's-
"I cannot seem to hear your thoughts."
Oh, thank god.
"Why?" I asked, although knowing he couldn't read my thoughts was a major relief, I was still curious.
"That is something I don't know," he stated, when that ever skanky prescence appeared.
"Here you are," she stated. "Have you decided what to order?"
"Ceasar salad," I stated.
You could never go wrong with salad.
"Nothing for me."
Somehow this didn't surprise me. Soon she was once again gone and Edward resumed the conversation.
"Drink," he stated.
"But-"
"I highly expect you to go into shock at any moment," he stated as I laughed.
"If it makes you happy," I stated searching for the glass and taking a long drink. "Really Edward, shock is a little bit out of my league."
"Care to explain?"
Okay, this would be so much easier if he could just read my mind. I hated this story.
"Pheonix ins't exactly pleasant-ville. There's plenty of people who don't except anyone who is different. School was a horrible place, and I was pretty much treated like a pile of dirt. I focused on my studies and tried to ignore the words of people, but I am unfortuntely only human."
I sighed as he placed his hand softly on top of mine.
"One day, it would've been tenth grade, I was headed to my locker in the morning. I could hear the snickers around me but thought nothing of it. That was untill I felt my locker. Someone had oh so kindly taking a screwdriver and stabbed the word freak in braile into my locker. Obviously the person was smart enough to look it up on the internet. I'd get pushed in the hallways, books were kicked from my hands, I'd come home with bruises. I guess, I'd just live everyday knowing that I would, one day, surpass everyone in that room."
Okay, I had never opened that story up to anyone in my life. Yet, here Edward sat, having to bear my problems, and all I needed was his pity.
"Life must've been hard," he stated.
I shrugged.
"There are people who have it worse then me," I stated as I felt a plate crash in front of me.
"There you are," she stated harshly as Edward growled.
"She should really watch what she thinks."
"Edward?"
"She called you a freak Bella."
"Edward, let it go."
I am sure that surprised him but if I could get over it, he would have to as well.
"Eat please."
"Still expecting me to go into shock?" I asked finishing my coke, as I felt him slide his over to me as well.
"Pretty much."
"Seriously Edward, I am not going to go into shock, or run away, or anything. Face it, you're stuck with me."
I stated in total seriousness as I took a bite from my salad.
"This is so wrong. I could easily kill you, yet here you sit."
"It will take a lot more than death to keep me away," I muttered.
"Don't say that," he replied darkly.
I could feel the tension fill the air as I ate my salad. It wasn't fair that I was so human. Why couldn't I be like Mr. Perfection himself? I could feel him watch as I finished off the meal. Hearing the paper -of what I assumed to be bills- lie on the table he was once again dragging me out the door.
It was at this point, I had failed to notice how cold the air had gotten.
Embarressment flourished my features when my teeth began chattering.
Damn betraying body!
"You're cold."
"I must've left my jacket with Jessica," I stated when I soon felt some type of clothing on my shoulders.
Not to mention that this clothing smelt extremely good.
"Thank you."
I lowered my head when Edward lifted my chin. He was staring at my eyes, I could tell. I hated when anyone ever looked at my eyes.
"You're eyes, they are so intriguing,"
I blushed again. Something that he was very good at making me do. Hold on, intriguing? How could something so unfocused be interesting?
"Well we had better get you home, having Cheif Swan worried probably isn't a good thing."
I had completely forgotten about Charlie when something else caused my brain to react.
"What time is it?"
"Only eight o'clock, don't worry you'll be home shortly."
Somehow I didn't like the sound of that.
This was the second- no wait, third time I had driven in the volvo Edward owned. It was this time, I especially noticed the vibration of the road and could tell he was doing anything but the speed limit.
"Thank you," I stated out-of-the-blue, which surprised even me.
"For what?" the soft tone on his velvet voice was sweetly attracting.
"For saving me today."
"I hardly call that saving."
I wanted to say something but he caught me of guard with his own words.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Huh? When?"
"When that...thing stood in front of you, you had the oddest of expressions on your face."
Oh.
"I was remembering things, from when I could see. They were mostly cloudy though."
In fact the only thing I could remember in full light was fishing in La Push with Charlie and Billy Black. Billy was one of my dad's friends, and Charlie always insisted to take me fishing. Did I mention that a klutz on a boat, really isn't a good mix.
"So they were embarrasing moments?"
I could hear the smile in his voice.
"See Edward, you can practically read my mind. I don't see why it upsets you."
"Sometimes even I cannot decipher your expressions."
I smiled at that. I was enjoying the calm quiet when Edward flipped on the music in his car. A tune that was quite familiar to my ears.
"Claire du lune?" I asked.
"You know Debussey?" He replied obviously not expecting to be up-to-date on the classics.
"Renée liked to play this song around the house all the time," I replied with a smile, "I only know my favorites."
"This happens to be one of my favorites as well."
Okay, one point in common. That's the right step to winning this- Woah. I liked Edward as a friend and nothing more...right?
I was trying to figure out what exactly I felt for this vampire when I was rudely interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.
"What is it Alice?" He stated.
His voice was going so fast I almost didn't catch that. It's a good thing I had amazing hearing.
"What do you mean."
This time it was a growl, and I felt the motion of the car speed up even more.
"We'll head there."
I heard the click of the phone well a pregnant silence loomed over us.
"Edward-"
"We need to go to Forks hospital."
I held my breath. Hospital? What for?
"Why?" I asked hesitantly.
"There's been an accident, with Cheif Swan."
I heard a gasp, then soon realized it was me. What had Charlie done? Why was my dad in the hospital.
"Don't worry Bella, he'll be fine."
I'll give Edward the fact he could read minds, but there was no way he could predict the future. I wanted to ask him to speed up, but I was sure that the car was already at it's limit.
Edward was quiet as he continued to drive. I wasn't helping the awkward-ness either by holding my tongue.
"We're here Bella."
"Oh thank god," I stated impatiently before two strong stone arms lifted me from the volvo.
"Come on," He told me, and I had to run to keep up.
We finally slowed, when the voice of an elder woman spoke to us.
"Excuse me, can I help you."
"We're here to see Charlie Swan," Edward stated.
"I am sorry sir but-"
"I am his daughter!" I stated hoping that would have some kind of effect on her words.
"Well I-"
"Edward? Miss. Swan?"
I recognized the smooth voice to be Edwards father, Dr. Cullen.
"Ah, Carlisle this is your boy."
I heard Edward sigh.
"Please let them through Irina."
Once again Edward was pulling me somewhere. He was like my own personal seeing-eye-dog.
"He may not respond well, he's on a lot of pain medication," Carlisle stated as I nodded.
I put my hand on the cool side bars of the hospital bed, searching for Charlie's breath. Hearing it, however faint it was, I kneeled down.
"Dad. Please..."
"B-bella."
I winced at how strained his voice was.
"Dad, what happened! What-"
"It was an accident, s-some drunk g-guy."
My eyes did the one thing they were capable of and began to tear up. My dad was lying in a hospital bed because some drunk guy was too much of an asshole to give up his keys.
"Bells, listen...I d-don't know i-f I will make it."
"Dad, don't talk like that of course you will." I stated stronger than what I thought I could. "Dr. Cullen is amazing, and he's gonna help you, and you'll get better."
"Bells, w-we are a per-fect," His breathing was erratic, "match. If I- if I don't make it out of here, I w-want you t-to take my corneas."
I shook my head furiously.
"No I will not be getting your eyes, cause you're going to make it out of here dad."
I wanted to see with him there. I wanted to know what Charlie looked like. I wanted to see how much he aged, and if his face still went purple when he was angry, like when I was a child. I didn't want to lose him like this.
"Bella...I..."
That incessive beeping was driving me insane.
"Ya."
"I love ya Bells-"
"I love you-"
I didn't get to finish that sentence when a long beep on filled the room and a wind passed me.
"He's flat-lining, code blue!"
I couldn't move. I was paralyzed in the spot, and even when Edward gripped my hand readily I just stood there.
"Bella we need to leave," he stated softly.
"D-dad." I managed to stutter when I was taken from the room.
"Bella please sit."
I nodded robotically as I sat down.
"Charlie, Dad," I continued to mutter over and over again.
It felt as though a million years had passed before I heard a familiar voice, and I could only hope he was holding good news in his words.
"Isabella."
My name. I knew that was my name, I wanted to hear about Charlie, not my name!
"Yes?"
My voice sounded so weak, in fact, it didn't even sound like me.
"I am afraid, that Charlie Swan, passed away at nine twenty-three this evening," He stated with a broken voice.
If i thought I was crying before, the waterfalls really began at those words. With Charlie gone, Forks left me all alone. Renée was with Phil, and I was alone. I was always alone.
I felt a cool hand touch mine and my head snapped up from it's droopy position.
"Bella, I am so sorry."
"Why are you sorry, you're not the one who hit him."
Well that was the truth.
"I should've heard it..."
"Edward, sometimes there are so many signals in the world, you're bound to get confused."
"You're the one hurting and yet you console me? How is that fair?"
I shrugged.
"Life isn't fair."
A/N: Hokay. So sorry for the long wait between updates. But I broke my thumb and My one handed typing sucks. Therefore too begin with this chapter took me three times as long to write. Then there was the fact, I couldn't get it quite right, so i rewrote the begining like three times.
I know bella seems to be taking charlies death quite well, but in all reality she's quite good at holding her emotions inside.
I know the whole 'i am dying take my eyes' thing is kinda cliché and all, but it worked. And for those who are like. Gah don't let her see! With seeing comes a lot of practice and skill. And who better than Edward to be here for her and teach her what the world of seeing is like?
Ps-Next chapter in Edwards POV...which pretty much is this chapter, only Edward lol.