CHAPTER 5
"Oh well you see…" Alice began. "He sort of…well…ok I'll tell you, but its not pretty. Its actually quite depressing and I'm going to leave some of the worse details out until a later time. First, he wouldn't talk to anyone. Ed would just sit there, as if dead to everyone. His eyes never held the same warmth and glow that they had when you were around him. He looked truly like the worst type of stereotypical, evil vampire, especially when he was thirsty. I will always remember the day he first 'woke up'. Esme was cleaning the front room and we were all sitting, talking. Edward suddenly got up and sat at the piano which was weird, seeing as he hadn't played since we left. We were all watching Comedy Central, as requested by Emmett because Dane Cook was on. It was December 24, the first Christmas we wouldn't be with you since we had met you, and we could all tell it was having its toll on Edward.
Esme was dusting off the piano and when she reached the part of the bench Ed wasn't sitting on, he roared, scaring us all shitless. Esme jumped back frightened, and Ed lifted up the piano, crushed it, and threw it out the glass wall. We all just sat there wide-eyed and frozen while we heard it crash outside. I was afraid Ed was going to do something stupid, but instead he just crumpled. He was just laying there, crumpled on the floor sobbing, well it was a dry sob seeing as we can't actually cry, and my heart broke for the poor guy. He was quietly singing the song Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flats, which I felt was odd. Then it hit me. The part of the bench Esme tried cleaning was where YOU usually sat and someone else even going near your spot bothered him greatly. Then the song, I remembered, had been the two of yours song, well one of them anyway, and it had been playing on a commercial for some CD when Esme tried cleaning the bench. And all of this just came together and crippled him. I didn't know what to do so I ran over to him and rubbed his back. Seeing the strongest, bravest, most collected vampire I know that weak was unnerving. After that, he was more himself except for a few things. His eyes were still never warm and glowing, and his smiles were never genuine anymore. He got bored much more easily and he would always be muttering and singing under his breath. Most of what I caught him mumbling was about you and the songs reminded him of the two of you. That's all I'm going to say, please don't make me say more."
By the end of Alice's story, I was in tears. I didn't know Edward would, or even could, break down like that, especially not over someone as trivial and boring as me, a stupid human teenager. My heart bled for Edward, for all of the Cullens and the pain I had caused all of them. I felt terrible for shaking the family in such a way. I was sorry for all the pain I had caused…well, sorry wasn't exactly the best word for how I felt…guilty, that's the word I was looking for. I felt guilty for all I had done. I knew Alice wouldn't even ask how I felt and what happened when they left. I knew her well enough to know that when she knew they were really going to leave she had seen a vision of what would happen to me, and the terrible state I would be in.
Then another thought hit me. On top of the pain and remorse Alice said Edward felt, he also had to hear the Cullens' thoughts. The sadness and pain they were going through, and how HE himself had been the cause. How some of them, like Rose and Emmett, probably blamed him. And how most of them probably felt somewhat hostile towards him at one point. That must have been harder than anything on him.
For the rest of the night Alice and I just did what we normally did at sleepovers, played games, prank called people, talked, laughed, watched TV, listened to music, and danced until I finally fell asleep on the air mattress, which is oh so comfortable by the way.
(POOR EDWARD!!!!!! THIS KILLED ME 2 WRITE CUZ I HATE THINKING OF EDWARD BROKEN LIKE THIS =( nd pleez review…flames are welcomed too but I would like it if we could all share the 3 nd not totally rip my baby 2 shreds…… but…
3 to Paul S. nd if u r reading this, I get to tell every1 that u r truly gay. Imagine that, big football star Paul reading Becca's story bout love lol but I 3 u and had to add our air mattress joke/story even if u aren't reading this because u r very right, they are very comfortable to just lay on for no reason. Please don't ask ppl. Paul is a friend of mine from school nd we got on the topic bout how awesome air mattresses are =) I 3 him cuz he can talk bout stupid stuff like that, and winking, with me. It amuses him that I can't wink =/ and guess wat Paul…"HE TOUCHED MY HAND OMG HE TOUCHED IT!!")