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Chapter 11
My Funeral was today, they were putting me in the ground; or so they thought. That's were I should be in my coffin, going six feet under. But no-I was living this unlife. How good the Cullen's live with this, how they could handle living for eternity while there families died.
I stayed all night alone in the in the soft bed covered in powered blue sheets, even though there was no need for it. I guess it was just to keep up pretences. Esme would check in every few hours, just sticking her head in; giving me a reassuring smile and shutting the door behind her.
The whole night I could hear the Cullen's walking around the house keeping themselves busy, maybe to distract themselves for what had went on early during that day. They talked together a lot; I only caught a few bits and pieces of what they were saying.
'Her funeral's tomorrow' Alice spoke softly
' Will attend' Carlisle responded 'for her'
'Were going to have to move again-we can't stay here like this' Carlisle spoke later to the family.
I didn't want to move, I wanted to be near my family; even though I couldn't be with them. To maybe keep part of my human life contained, and not getting lost. But I understood why we had too, the house was destroyed; my death-they couldn't keep this a secret; there could be a chance that someone could see me.
And there cover could be blown, or I could kill someone.
There was a soft knock on the door, "Come in" I whispered not moving for my spot
"Mia" came Rosalie's voice, I looked at her she looked beautiful; even though she was dressed for a funeral.
She wore a black tight pencil skirt, a black top that had gray pin stripes that went to the bottom and top; a black velvet sweater that just covered her bare shoulders and back. She had simple black heels, and a pair of big framed black sunglasses.
"Were Leaving" She whispered, I gave a small nod
I clutched the blue sheet "Can you do me a favor?" I asked in a whisper
She ran her pale fingers through my hair. "Sure" She whispered
I sat up slowly pushing up against the wooden headboard "Can you take a look at my son" I asked softly "tell me what he looks like-I want to know what eye color he has" I asked her softly.
She smiled at me warmly "Of course" She kissed my forehead and headed out of the room, followed in by Carlisle who sat on the edge of the bed. He wore all black with a black vest and undershirt, with a black wool coat; a matching scarf wrapped around his neck.
"Mia-When were gone" he began "Do not leave the house-it's the up most importance" He said with all seriousness
I gave a nod "I promise" I whispered
He smiled at me "You don't have to stay here you know" He told me "You can wander around the house-look around just stay inside" he said squeezing my hand
"Alright" I said with a nod
He patted my bed, and stood up from the bed and walked out of the room. I threw off the blanket and scurried out of the room. I leaned over the banister and watch, the Cullen's follow each other out of the sheet the covered the hole what used to be front of the house. Each of them gave me warm smiles as the walked out.
But one Cullen stayed behind just looking at me, Edward.
He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes, his hands stuffed into his black dress in his pants. I still wanted to rip him apart, but I knew it wouldn't bring my son back.
"Can you do me a favor" I asked coldly, he looked at me with somewhat wide eyes.
"Check on my Aunt see how she is" I said softly
He nodded softly and walked out of the house, following his family. I gave a sigh and leaned against the banister, what was I going to do right now; well I guess what Carlisle told me I could do.
Look around the house.
I made my way down the stair case, stepping over to the derbie, still lay scattered onto the floor; it crutched under my feet as I walked into what seemed to be a living room that was used to be by the front of the house.
The room was massive; the carpet was cream color, same as plush couches and chairs that were scattered around the middle of the room. A plasma screen TV covered the wall in front of the couches, with new age video systems and games on the floor in front of the TV.
The carpet was soft on my bare feet, it tickled. I sat slowly into the plush couch; it was so soft it melted into your skin a cross between butter and velvet. A remote lay right next to me and I turned on the TV. I changed the channels a dozen of times, until I had stopped onto my favorite show ever; Law and Order: SVU. I raised the volume of the TV, and crossed my legs underneath me; Indian style and got sucked into the world of crime.
In this episode this girls mother accused her daughter being raped by her daughters boyfriend. But the daughter say no that they were just having sex, later on the mother ended up dead. Either it was the boyfriend or the daughter; I was going for the daughter. The mother was one crazy psycho bitch, and then I thought to my mother.
Now my mother was that much of a crazy psycho bitch, but she had a lot of bad points. My father died when I was at least eight, he was a great man so loving and full of life. My mother was different back then she was just as loving and caring, but when he died from a massive stroke, she changed.
She blamed me for some reason for his death, she never told me the reason but she did. She was so judgmental of me, calling me fat calling me ugly. Why can't you be better, why can't you be thinner, why can't you do better in school, why can't you do what I tell you-you worthless bitch.
I never fought back, I mean she lost her husband; she was just handling it differently. But my thoughts on that changed, it never stopped and it got worse as the years went on.
When I didn't make dinner the way she wanted she would throw it on the floor and make me clean it up. When the dishes weren't as clean as she wanted she would break them on the floor, and throw broken pieces at me; she almost hit me in the eye once.
She never hit me, she would slap me sometimes on the head or shoulder; for me to get out of her way. But never beat me until, I fell to the ground. There was only once when I saw her truly lose it.
After I had gotten raped, I was going to keep it a secret; but I couldn't when I had found out I was pregnant. So I told my mother, she pushed me into the wall screaming into my face.
'You filthy little whore!' she screamed 'Didn't I raise you right to be respectable' she grabbed my shoulders and smashed my head into the wall blurring my vision.
'Mom I was raped!' I screamed at her as tears fell from my eyes.
She got silent after that, she was shaking with anger; I thought maybe she would comfort me but she did the total opposite. She slapped me hard across the face, and screamed at me again.
'I can't leave you alone-your always getting into trouble!" she smashed me into the wall again. 'Your going to the abortion clinic' she grabbed my arm dragging me out the door into the car.
I remember screaming the whole way there, she smacked me so many times in the face that it started to turn blue. She gave up as I started to scream in the parking lot, she didn't want the cops being called; so she gave up.
She kept me as long as she could, but she had gotten to disgusted with me; so she sent me to my Aunt.
I knew my mother would be at the funeral, I wasn't sure if she would be sad for my death, or happy, she probably figured I would get into trouble. I new I could never see my mother, but I just wanted to see my mom one more time. And I just want to tell her
'I love you mom-but when you hurt and ridiculed me, and went on your rampages; you weren't a mother'
"Mia?" came a chiming voice
I looked up to see Rosalie looking down at me, I looked at the clock; three hours had gone by.
'Time flies' I muttered, I heard her chuckle as she sat down next to me.
She folded her hands on her lap, and crossed her legs. "How was it?" I asked not looking at her.
"There were a lot of people-a lot of kids from school" she told me "Your family was there" she said
"Did you meet my mother" I said with a grimace, as I looked up at her
She looked hesitant to say something "Yes" she said slowly
I smiled at her "not that pleasant ey" I said with a chuckle
She swayed her head side to side "Well yes" she laughed
"She never was a good mother" I told her "Sometimes I wish my Aunt Nellie was my mother-as sad as that sounds" I whispered "I love my mom-but she was never met to be a mother"
She got quiet, playing with the hem of her skirt "Did she stay long?" I asker her
She didn't answer right away "No" she began "She stayed for the service-and once you were in the ground she left" she said darkly
"How'd she look?" I asked
She sighed "Angry", I thought maybe she was angry that I died but I new better
She growled "But when Edward read her mind" I shot my head up to look at her.
"He can read minds?" I asked
She nodded "Yes" she told me "Sometimes a vampire can pass on a strong trait that they had in there human life-to there unlife" she explained
"Do any of you have powers" I asked getting off track
She nodded her head "Alice can see the future, jasper can manipulate emotions, Emmett brought his strength, and Esme brought her affection to love" she said with a warm smile
"What about you?" I asked her
She laughed "Edward says I brought my pigheadedness" she said rolling her eyes
I smiled "Will I have a power?" I asked
She shrugged "I'm not sure each Vampire is different"
I wondered for a bit what my power could be but I brushed it aside, going back to what Edward Read.
"So what did Edward hear?" I asked softly
She hissed "She thought" she began slowly "I knew this would happen to my daughter-she was no good-of course I new she would end up dead before she turned twenty" she sad as she clenched her hand to her side.
I sighed "Its nothing new" I told her " She's been like that for a long time-like I said she was never met to be a mother" I informed
"Edward nearly jumped her" she told me "So did Emmett"
"Really" I said in pure shock
Why would Edward care what happened to me, god that boy was so confusing; but I had eternity to figure him out.
"Mia?" came a wind chime voice
I brought my head up to see Alice, she smiled sweetly at me. She seemed some what excited about something, cause she was bouncing up and down with her hands behind hr back.
"I have something I want to give you?" she said with a squeak
I furrowed my brow at her "What?" I asked her
She pulled a picture behind her back and handed it to me; I grabbed it looking down at it slowly.
It was my son, I gasped; he was beautiful. He was small little bundle, he looked just like me. He was small, he had my skin color, my bright sapphire eyes, my little tiny nose, and my lips; but his hair was different it had some blonde but strands of dark hair.
It must have came from him.
"H-how did you get this?" I whispered looking at Alica
"We took it at the Funeral" she said simply
My eyes widen "You took it at my funeral-with people watching?" I asked frantically
She rolled her eyes 'Of course not" she sighed "Mia were vampires-we can move super fast-no one even saw" she said simply
"Oh" I said looking down at the picture smiling
I graced my fingers across the pictures, staring at it lovingly.
"He's Beautiful?" I whispered
I jumped up and wrapped my arms around Alice, dry sobbing
"Thank you' I whispered "This mean so much" I said
She rubbed my back "Its what families do fro each other" she said with a smile
I pulled back from her "family?" I questioned with widen eyes "You consider me family?" I asked her
"of course" Rosalie said wrapping her pale arms around me from behind kissing my hair.
I felt loved, and so welcomed; I never had been so welcomed before in my life. Even though I had to live forever in this unlife, that I had never asked for; but I had family to help me along.