Obviously, I don't own Twilight or A Series of Unfortunate Events (you'll see where I'm going with that, lol):
And that's how things were. We would all come over to our apartment after school. We would order pizza, or Chinese. Maybe I would cook, and Bella would help.
But Rose and Jake never came over again. Apparently La Push held more interesting things, like empty houses where the to could... do their own thing. And that was fine by me. I wouldn't have allowed the two of them over together anyway. Not when it made Emmett get THAT look in his eyes.
"I solemnly swear that I will never allow that pain again," I thought, staring at him while he was happily playing video games with Miles. A boy who was absolutely in love with Angela, if I've forgotten to mention.
It had been roughly five weeks since the first time they came over, and since the entire Rose fiasco. Quite possibly the happiest five weeks I'd had in years. I'd never felt so loved in a group of friends before, and the feeling was absolutely invigorating.
It was a Friday, and we were following the routine, at our place. "Let's watch a movie," Angela suggested, quietly, and interrupted my thoughts.
"Sure," Edward said. He didn't talk too much, and stayed with Bella more than I thought was humanly possible. Ugh, love. She didn't talk much either, though. They seemed to have silent conversations through looks, like Alice and Jasper. But also (and not in the same way) like Miles and I.
Alice pulled a movie out of her purse, which was huge. It reminded me of Mary Poppins with all the random things she pulled out of there.
"Can we watch this??" She asked Miles excitedly, shoving the plastic in his face, "It's my favourite!"
I looked at the cover, but didn't recognize the film. A Series of Unfortunate Events? Nope. Never heard. Everyone agreed, and they put the movie in. I went to the kitchen and began to pop the popcorn while the movie started. I could hear some happy little song playing as I stood in the kitchen, but didn't listen very intently. I hummed as the popcorn began popping more wildly. I took it out slowly when it was done and put it in a bowl. I grabbed a can of coke for both Emmett and I. I knew he'd complain if I hadn't. I went downstairs and there were three kids getting out of a car in the movie. I looked around and saw that Emmett had saved me a seat by him, and my heart fluttered. Then I realized he probably just wanted to sit next to the popcorn. I frowned and sat where he patted, handing him a coke and turning my attention to the movie. A young boy, girl, and a toddler were walking up to some creepy house... Count Olaf... trying to kill them... Jim Carrey was an awesome actor. Totally funny. I almost died laughing when he was acting like a dinosaur.
Next to me, I saw Angela take control. She took my brother's hand and leaned her head onto his should. AH! Hell yes! I wanted to break into a happy dance right there and was pretty sure that he did, too. Instead, he kissed the top of her head and turned his attention back to the movie. I knew better. I knew that boy was in another world all on his own.
But then something strange happened in the movie. Something I didn't understand. Probably from the beginning, or for the fact that I was hardly paying attention, myself being more focused on Emmett several inches away. Close enough to touch... Anyway, The children (whose lives suck, by the way) started to talk about some fire... there was a mystery to be solved? "What's going on?" I asked Emmett, not fully enjoying the film because I was confused.
"The kids parents died at the beginning of the movie," He muttered, putting his hand on my knee nonchalantly. My heart soared and sank at the same time. I ignored the sinking as much as possible, and realized he probably didn't notice his own hand. Which made my heart sink more. Excellent.
I didn't think about the children's parent's death. I tried to disregard how much that hit home. I started to pay almost too much attention to the movie, distracting myself from any other thoughts. There was a wedding, which was admittedly weird. I was absolutely jealous of Emily Browning: quite possibly the prettiest person ever. Well, no. The people around me were quite possible the most beautiful ever.
My breath hitched at the end of the movie. The children and the obese man drove up to something and the kids were getting out of the car. It replayed the scene where the house burned down, and I absolutely froze. Tears came into my eyes, and there was a dinging sound behind the kids.
I had caught something about a letter earlier in the movie. And here it was. The missing letter.
"At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe us when we say that there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may, in fact, be the first steps of a journey... It fills us with pride to know that no matter what happens in this life, that you three will take care of each other, with kindness and bravery and selflessness, as you always have. And remember one thing, my darlings, and never forget it: that no matter where we are, know that as long as you have each other, you have your family. And you are home."
My brother grabbed my hand to calm me down, but it was too late, the damage was done. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. I was only seeing the same scene over and over in my head. "Charley and Miles Wallis to the Office, please," the intercom at school called.
We had the same class, so we went together, confused. We were both ridiculously tired after going to the concert last night, and staying at our friend Viviana's house. Our parents were in town for a few days, and they were taking care of our little brother for us while we went. It was our eighteenth birthday present.
We god up to the office and saw... Shane? He looked like shit. There were bags under his eyes, which were dead. He was pale and his eyes were red around the edges. I immediately ran over to him and hugged him.
Miles was right behind me, cautious. "What's wrong?" He asked, timidly.
He groaned. "Miles... Lee," I was immediately frozen with concern. He'd never called me Lee in his life. "They're... gone... Fire..."
I didn't understand. Actually, I did. But, I had to be wrong. "No," I said vehemently. There was no way. I saw them just last night. I saw all three of them. I picked up my little brother and gave him a piggyback ride through the house. The last thing I did before I left was put the picture he drew me, folded, into my back pocket. I hugged my mother and father goodbye...
But Miles didn't understand. "Who's gone?" He looked between the two of us, and neither of us had the heart to tell him. Shane's silence told me what I needed to know. It showed me how right I was. And at that realization, everything went black.
How much had changed. Only three months and one week ago...
I was snapped out of my thoughts by something grabbing my around the shoulders. "Lee, sweetie!" I heard a voice shout fiercely, but it sounded so far away. My face felt cold and wet, but I didn't mind. I don't think I did, anyway. Maybe it bothered me, but how was that possible? I couldn't think of anything else.
A sharp pain in my face brought me back to reality, if only a little bit. I still couldn't see anything else but Shane's miserable face and slumped shoulders. His red eyes...
"Lee, snap out of it," Miles voice was rough in my ear. Demanding.
Emmett was absolutely pissed. "Fuck! Don't you ever fucking hit her!" He yelled, and I was sure, even in the state of things, that Miles rolled his eyes. And I felt bad, I remember, for killing the Angela-high he was riding.
"She's MY sister, and this has happened before. I know how to handle this!" He shouted back.
"Where's the emergency?" I thought to myself sarcastically, "Why is everyone panicking... where's the fire?" And then I broke.
I came out of my haze five days later. I hardly remember locking myself in my room, crying. And still, crying. And for yes, an entire three days, I cried. I didn't sleep. I didn't eat. I lay there, unable to stop myself. I felt like a whiney brat. I was entirely too embarrassed, and yet, I couldn't help myself. I vaguely remembered all the different people trying to come in and comfort me. (The locks were easy to pick at our apartment.) I remember... someone petting my arm, someone reading me a story, the smell of food. I think I should've been hungry, but I wasn't. In fact, the thought of eating made me nauseous. I kind of remember my brother coming and whispering in my ear that it would all get better, that I just had to let go. But if I couldn't feel anything, what was there to let go of? Mostly I just remember Emmett. I remember him lying next to me, his arm stroking my cheeks, my hair, my sides and arms. I remember him scooping my up in his lap, bringing me to him. Though all the tears, and all the pain, I remember his scent: a faint cinnamon and vanilla. And through all of that, I felt safe.
But after my third day of not talking, not sleeping, and not eating, I was moved from my room to a different place altogether. I was too unaware to realize it, but the beeping should have been a big indicator.
And, so, when I finally began to rise from my haze, I found myself in a hospital.
AN: I think the next one should be out in the next two days, but maybe tonight.. :D Hope you like it! Review if you want.