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 Seven.

Bella's careless words continued to ring through my head, as if I was reading them straight from her thoughts.

How could this woman- no, this angel, be tortured in such a way that made me want to track every single person that has done a wrong to her? I could feel the worry around her leave as my cool hand touched her pale, delicate, skin. Even though her prescence was soothing, the irratiation from moment's ago, still hovered over me.

"Edward, if you continue to tap your foot like that, I am sure your ankle will fall off."

I gave her a look, but knew that it was useless. However, apparentely the fact I chose not to answer her had added to the idea since a scowl now covered her face.

This woman entrigued me to no end. Her brown hair was slightly messy, her lips full, but the part I liked most, was the beating of her heart.

I could already smell the vile prescence of Jessica Stanley. This girl annoyed me to no end. It wasn't so much the words she spoke, but more than anything the words that made their way into her head.

"Bella!"

Jessica's voice sounded concerned, but I read her thoughts holding back my anger.

'Jeez, I never should have invited her, who would've thought keeping track of a blind person would be this hard.'

"Thank god," her voice was short on breath, "I thought something had happ- Is that a bruise on your face?"

I noticed the purple bruise that was slowly appearing on Bella's already pale skin, this happened to be a small mistake, because my anger once again returned in full force.

"I fell."

How fast she repsonded shocked me. Perhaps lying was a specialty to her?

"Edward, can I ask what you're doing here?" Jessica's voice turned to me, the ice was coming through like a storm in the winter.

"Bella invited me earlier." I responded. Perhaps lying was my specialty as well?

Bella's look held confusion for a moment. I could only hope she would play along with my little charade.

"Ya, he told me he might be in town, so I said if he saw us he should stop by."

'That blind freak, thinking she can get with Edward. Feh, she's way out of his league.'

A low growl errupted from my throat.

Standing here talking to Jessica was really doing nothing for my mood, so I decided that it was time to dismiss the queen of gossip.

"I believe we were going to dinner, isn't that right Bella​?"

It took Bella a few moments to answer, and at first I thought perhaps she didn't hear me. I was relieved when she nodded her head and Jessica's thoughts became nothing but ice.

"Well fine, I guess I'll see you at school then, Bella, Cullen."

Her anger was obviously there, but it was my time with Bella, and I would not have her getting hurt again because somebody thought shoes were more important.

I took Bella's hand, and noticed that Bella seemed angered by my actions. I suppose that I was less than kind by stealing her away from Jessica, but I had my reasons.

"I hope you like Italian,"I muttered as I heard her sigh.

The restaurant was only moments away, and I could almost sense Bella's worry as the warm air rushed over us. I could tell she hated people seeing her eyes. Her self confidence seemed to drop tremendously, but I loved her eyes. Even unseeing they were still beautiful.

I could see the host eyeing Bella, at first for her beauty

"Table for two?"

I nodded and took Bella's hand once more as this kid lead us to a open booth.

"Could we get something a little more private?"

It brought a smile to my face when I heard Bella's heart stop. Even if it was only for a moment, knowing I had this kind of effect on her caused the kid inside me to smile like a goof.

"Here you are."

'Lucky bastard...'

Dismissing his over-exaggerated thoughts I pulled Bella down into the booth as the host walked away, obviously dissapointed.

"Well that was rude," Bella stated as my ears perked up at the sound of her voice.

"Some men," I replied with distaste, remembering what he had managed to picture in that disgusting mind of his.

There was something about men, and the way they veiwed women that I would never understand.

"So anything good to eat at this place?"

"Depends on what you desire."

My reply held a little bit of a tone I couldn't recognize. Perhaps seduction?

I caught a view from the corner of my eyes and noticed the waitress heading our way. Her blonde hair was a little to fake, and her shirt was a little too small, and her skirt was the size of a napkin. How time changed clothing.

"What can I get you hun?"

The way she was looking up and down at my body made me sick to my stomach. Not to mention the fact she was trying to flirt with me.

Sick of looking at her, I was about to answer her when Bella beat me to it.

"I'll get a coke," she stated with a jealous tone.

This made me grin like a chesire cat.

"Two cokes," I finished, as the practically unclad waitress dissapeared dissapointed.

"You know, your extremely cute when you're jealous."

A pink color rushed to Bella's face and I realized just how much I loved seeing that color coat her cheeks. These thoughts were wrong though. We could never be like that.

It was then that I noticed the light purple dot on her cheek. The bruise that was left, because I didn't make it in time. I placed my hand on her cheek and felt her tense slightly.

"I was too late," I stated removing my hand so she didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Edward, you can't beat yourself up about this," she told me.

I knew she was right, but I just didn't want to let it go.

It was then I noticed a slightly goofy expression make it's way across her face.

"What's wrong?"

I could tell I startled her out of her thoughts.

"Well, err, I was just wondering, how did you find me?"

I chuckled lightly and was sure I could see confusion in those beautiful hazy eyes.

"Well, I am a super hero after all."

"Yet no shooting webs from your hand or speeding out into space to stop a meteor, so how did you do it?" She asked in complete seriousness.

"Sometimes our kind is born with gifts, and mine happens to be reading the thoughts of those around me."

Judging by the look of horror now pushing through her expression, I could tell the last thing she wanted was for me to be able to read her mind.

"However there is one exception."

Her expression became suspenseful as I drug out the reply.

"I cannot seem to hear your thoughts."

She sighed with what I assumed was relief.

"Why?"

Sometimes there are somethings even a mind reader doesn't know.

"That is something I don't know,"I stated, catching a glimpse of the extremely under-dressed waitress headin our way.

"Here you are," she practically slammed the drinks on the table. "What can I get for you?"

I tried my hardest to avoid making direct eye contact with her.

"Ceasar salad," Bella stated.

Humans, and their need for food still bewildered me at some points.

"Nothing for me."

She looked dissapointed, but she left the table anyway.

"Drink," I stated pushing the glass towards Bella.

"But-"

"I highly expect you to go into shock at any moment," I stated seriously as she laughed.

"If it makes you happy," her hand reached for the glass and after her drink she smirked.

"Really Edward, shock is a little bit out of my league."

"Care to explain?" I asked seeing her tense slightly.

If only I could read her mind.

"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 held back my urge to kill for the fourth time that day as I placed my hand softly ontop of hers. It was a gesture to tell her that she should continue.

"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."

I hated people. I hated everyone who had ever done a wrong to her. I wanted to go back to the past, and stop Bella from ever being hurt. Life seemed so rough for her.

"Life must've been hard," I told her.

She shrugged and let out the breath she was holding. Was she worried of my reaction?

"There are people who have it worse then me,"she stated when suddenly I felt someone return yet again.

The waitress slammed the plate down in front of Bella, when her thoughts came through.

'He only pity's her cause she can't see. Freak.'

"There you are," she stated harshly as I growled.

"She should really watch what she thinks."

"Edward?"

"She called you a freak Bella."

"Edward, let it go."

I was surprised at the fact she was so dissmissive of such hate-filled words.

"Eat please."

My response was a change of subject, sure, but she was still a human, a breakable, human.

"Still expecting me to go into shock?" she asked finishing off the coke, as I pushed mine towards her 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 glared at her, hoping she would be frightened, but I forgot that expression was useless. Only body language would work against this angel.

"This is so wrong. I could easily kill you, yet here you sit." I muttered.

"It will take a lot more than death to keep me away."

"Don't say that,"I replied with a long tone of darkness.

I could feel the tension as Bella finished her salad. This entire dream, this chance, was a life and death situation at every moment. Why was Bella so willing to give up her life just to be around me? She was the craziest person I had ever met, that was for sure.

I already knew the price of the meal so I tossed a few bills on the table and took Bella's hand again.

I didn't need a beating hear to tell me the weather was cold. Especially when a blush covered Bella's face when goosebumps appeared on her skin.

Her teeth began to chatter as I looked at her with worry.

"You're cold."

"I must've left my jacket with Jessica," She stated.

Before she had even finished that sentence I had already pulled off my jacket and was placing it on her shoulders.

"Thank you."

She lowered her head as I reached out to tilt her chin up. I was staring into her brown eyes with a tint of blue, and was completely mezmorized.

"You're eyes, they are so intriguing,"

She blushed again, and I could tell she was confused by my words.

"Well we had better get you home, having Cheif Swan worried probably isn't a good thing."

"What time is it?"

"Only eight o'clock, don't worry you'll be home shortly."

Seated in the car In started it up noticing that Bella was very much lost in the world of her thoughts.

This was the third time she had sat in my car, and already her amazing smell of freesia coated the seats. It was getting hard to control myself.

"Thank you," she stated, distracting me from her scent.

"For what?"

My tone was soft as she shrugged.

"For saving me today."

"I hardly call that saving."

My memory flashed back to the alley, when I could see the horror and amusement on Bella's face.

"What were you thinking about?"

"Huh? When?"

"When that...thing stood in front of you, you had the oddest of expressions on your face."

I smiled a litte as she became embarrased.

"I was remembering things, from when I could see. They were mostly cloudy though."

"So they were embarrasing moments?"

She scowled.

"See Edward, you can practically read my mind. I don't see why it upsets you."

"Sometimes even I cannot decipher your expressions."

It was the truth. She was a complete mystery to me. I decided that the silence had become too much for me and I turned on the CD player, hearing some good ol' classics come through.

"Claire du lune?"she asked me perplexed by my choice in music apparentely.

"You know Debussey?" I asked.

I would've never thought Bella to listen to piano music.

"Renée liked to play this song around the house all the time," she replied with a smile, "I only know my favorites."

"This happens to be one of my favorites as well."

It seemed as though Bella and I shared one common ground. She liked the good music. I loved that.

I was take from my thoughts when my cell phone broke through the barrier to my brain.

"What is it Alice?" I asked, knowing it was her.

"Edward there's been an accident, Charlie was hit. Bella...you need to get her to the hospital."

"What do you mean."

Alice was speaking so quickly even I was having a hard time uderstanding her.

"A drunk driver hit Charlie. He's in the hospital, it doesn't look good Edward. All I can see is her pleading and then it goes blank. Hurry."

I let out a growl as I accellerated the car further.

"We'll head there."

I flipped my phone closed as Bella's confused tone rang towards my ears.

"Edward-"

"We need to go to Forks hospital."

She wasn't breathing for a moment, but finally it returned.

"Why?"she asked with hesitation.

"There's been an accident, with Cheif Swan."

I heard her gasp, then soon realized my speed was well over one hundred. I could feel the worry flowing off her as my hands gripped the stearing wheel.

"Don't worry Bella, he'll be fine."

I was trying to convince myself just as much as her. If Charlie died, what would happen to Bella?

I saw the hospital, and was relieved as we pulled into a parking spot.

"We're here Bella."

"Oh thank god," she stated impatiently as I pulled her from the volvo.

"Come on," I stated, noticing she was running to keep up.

I saw the secretary at the desk as we neared.

"Excuse me, can I help you."

"We're here to see Charlie Swan," I stated, not sure if Bella was able to it.

"I am sorry sir but-"

"I am his daughter!" she cried, obviously hoping it would sway the nurse somehow.

"Well I-"

"Edward? Miss. Swan?"

I recognized Carlisle's voice instantly, and was obviouslty too worred about Bella to feel his approach.

"Ah, Carlisle this is your boy."

I sighed. Some of the people in the hospital made me wonder how they got degrees in the first place.

"Please let them through Irina."

I once again led Bella to the room as Carlisle eyed me intently.

'He's not going to make it.'

Was it odd that my non-beating heart felt broken? Could something not alive even break?

"He may not respond well, he's on a lot of pain medication," Carlisle stated as Bella nodded nearing the bed.

I watched her searching for the direction of her father when once again Carlisle's thoughts came through.

'I would change him. But there is no hope, he wishes Bella to take his eyes. Edward, she may not react well.'

I nodded.

"Dad. Please..." her voice sounded terribly broken.

"B-bella."

Bella winced at her fathers voice.

"Dad, what happened! What-"

"It was an accident, s-some drunk g-guy."

The smell of salty tears filled the room, making me feel almost uncomfortable since her scent was made that much more potent.

"Bells, listen...I d-don't know i-f I will make it."

"Dad, don't talk like that of course you will.she stated stronger than what I thought she could. "Dr. Cullen is amazing, and he's gonna help you, and you'll get better."

I wanted to hold Bella, tell her it was all okay. But it wouldn't be. Human's grow old and die. End of story.

"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."

Bella shook her head, not liking that idea at all.

"No I will not be getting your eyes, cause you're going to make it out of here dad."

"Bella...I..."

The beeping of the monitor was going as his heart slowed.

"Ya."

"I love ya Bells-"

"I love you-"

Bella couldn't even fnish her last sentence as the beeping became one single tone.

"He's flat-lining, code blue!" Carlisle stated giving me a look of sympathy.

Bella looked frozen as a statue when I walked towards her.

"Bella we need to leave," I stated softly.

"D-dad." she stuttered when I took her from the room.

"Bella please sit."

She simply nodded and sat down.

"Charlie, Dad," she muttered to herself, as I sat there not kowing what to do.

Finally after a half hour had passed, another doctor, I recognized to be one of Carlisle's fellow workers approached us.

"Isabella."

I wanted to correct him, but there was no need for it.

"Yes?"

Her voice was weak and scared.

"I am afraid, that Charlie Swan, passed away at nine twenty-three this evening," He stated with a broken voice.

Suddenly her eyes watered up more than they had before. She was practically sobbing to fill a river. I hated her tears.

I placed my hand on hers.

"Bella, I am so sorry."

"Why are you sorry, you're not the one who hit him."

This surprised me.

"I should've heard it..." I stated.

"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?"

She shrugged and could swear acceptance flashed on her face.

"Life isn't fair."

pOpOpO

A/N: Tada. Here is Edwards POV. I mean yes, it's the exact same as the last chapter so sue me. It was a hell of lot faster getting this up though since in a way it was half the typing.

Next chapter...Bella runs.

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