Ok before you read, I'd just like to clear one thing up
Ok before you read, I'd just like to clear one thing up.
I mentioned last chapter that Edward met Bella in 1905. They were friends since they were 4 years old in the early 1900s. More about their friendship back then will be mentioned throughout this story.
Mandy Moore's song, Cry, inspired this chapter.
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Chapter Thirteen
Cry
EPOV
I let out a sigh as I felt Bella's head droop down on to my shoulder in the middle of Romeo and Juliet. Careful to not disturb her, I pulled a quilt up around her body as she continued to sleep.
This would give me a good time to think back on my past and try to remember most of my friendship with Bella.
As I wracked my brain over and over again, finally one event made its way to the surface of my mind.
It was the year 1915 and Bella would be gone for the day with her family…
I sat at my piano, going over and over again the new piece that I had written particularly for Bella. It had to be perfect by the time she turned fourteen in September.
From downstairs, I could hear a knock sounding on the front door but the voices were too quiet to hear from the room I was in.
"Edward!" My mother called from the first floor. She sounded frantic. "Edward! Come quick!"
I could hear my father already racing from his study down to the front door. Curious as to what was going on, I stood from the piano and slowly made my way downstairs.
All talking ceased when the three adults realized that I was present.
My parents looked worried and my mother's face was streaked with tears. Their lawyer, Mister Bennett, stood at the doorway.
"What's… going on?" I cautiously asked.
My mother shot my father one of her notorious looks that only he seemed to understand. He nodded and my mother approached me, taking my hands in her soft ones. "Edward, honey," she began. Her voice shook with her words. "There's been an accident."
I could hear my heartbeat quicken as my mind immediately went to the thought of beautiful, smiling Bella. Was she alright? Were her parents okay? "What kind of accident?" My voice matched my mother's shaky one but all I could do was silently pray that Bella was alright.
"You know how Bella's father works for Western Electric?" my mother asked. I nodded. "And how Bella was going with her parents today for a picnic in Michigan City?" I nodded again. "The Eastland steamer rolled over this morning."
"She was still moored to her dock," my father added.
"And Bella?" I quickly asked. "Is Bella alright?" I could feel the tears threatening to spill over. I couldn't lose my best friend. I just couldn't. Besides my parents and a few friends here and there, she was all I had.
"They just finished bringing the survivors to the hospital," Mister Bennett told us. "I'm sure no matter what you'll find her there."
At that moment, I didn't care about society or behaving like a proper gentleman. I didn't even grab my jacket. I raced past Mister Bennett and ran the two miles to the hospital without stopping for a breath of air.
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When I arrived at the hospital, it was already filled with people who knew the victims. I made my way through the crowded area and approached a blond haired doctor. He turned to me and smiled slightly. "I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen. May I help you?" he asked in a British accent.
"I'm Edward Masen," I stammered. "I heard about the steamer just a few minutes ago."
"Yes, it is such a terrible tragedy. Seven hundred people are already gone and the count appears to still be rising."
A lump caught in my throat and I rubbed my eyes to hide the tears. "Do you know where I might find an Isabella Marie Swanson?"
Doctor Cullen looked around before turning back to me and nodded. "I shouldn't be taking you in to see the patients without you being of the immediate family but since she is indeed a patient of mine and you appear to be rather attached to her, I'll show you. Follow me."
He proceeded down a bright white hall and walked up a flight of stairs before turning left and opening a door.
Bella looked like she was asleep and covered from head to toe in bandages. What I could see of her pale complexion was blue from bruising and most likely the cold water. I walked over to her and sat down next to her, holding her bandaged hand in my shaking one. "Is she going to be alright?" I asked.
"When she was brought in, the percentage for her survival was rather low but she seems to be doing much better in such a short time," Doctor Cullen replied, still standing by the door. "I am afraid, however, that her family didn't make it."
"What will happen to her?"
"Most likely she'll go to an orphanage when she's well enough."
"No one wants to adopt the older children," I snapped.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'll do all in my power to make sure Isabella is well taken care of." And with that he shut the door behind him, leaving me with my thoughts and an unconscious Bella.
My body shook as I finally released my tears now that no one was watching. I rested my head on top of Bella's hand. "Please make it, Bella. Please."
BPOV
I watched from a distance as a little girl with brown curls skipped up to a crying bronze haired boy. In her hand was a scarce supply of daisies.
"Why are you crying?" she asked as she sat down beside the boy.
"I fell down and hurt my knee and I can't find my mommy," he cried.
My heart reached out to the crying boy but then I slowly found myself smiling as the girl reached out and put her small, chubby arm around the boy. "I'm Bella Swanson," she replied. She removed her arm from around the boy and handed him a few of her daisies. "Here."
The boy looked up and I gasped. His green eyes were clouded with tears and just by looking at him, I knew who he was. Edward.
"I'm Edward Anthony Masen," he hiccupped as he accepted the daisies.
"Hi, Edward!" Little me said with enthusiasm and a smile on her face. "My mama just had a baby boy today and my daddy brought me to get her some flowers but since you're my new friend, you can have some too."
Edward smiled and even at such a young age, he had a crooked smile. His eyes twinkled at the words spoken too him. Perhaps he hadn't had a real friend?
"I start school next year," I told Edward, happily.
"Me too."
"Edward! Darling! Where are you?" A frantic woman called out. I turned my head in the distance of the voice just in time to see Elizabeth Masen running to her injured son. "Oh, sweetie! You're hurt!" She reached forward and took him into her arms, hugging him.
"I'm okay," Edward replied, struggling to break free. Obviously he didn't want to seem like a Mama's boy in front of his new found friend. "This is Bella. My new friend." Elizabeth looked down at Mini Me with a smile on her face.
I grinned, showing off my teeth. A few were missing. "My mama just had a baby boy today and my daddy brought me here to get her some flowers but I gave some to Edward because he's my friend."
I jumped awake which caused Edward to jump also. He apparently hadn't been expecting me to wake up anytime soon.
"Hi," I said as I stretched and yawned.
Edward chuckled and replied, "Hello."
The door opened and shut, followed by voices and a scream. I groaned when I saw Alice staring at me. She appeared to be completely infuriated.
"What. Are. You. Wearing?!" she shrieked. I glanced down at my outfit. Hoodie and jeans.
"Let it go, Alice," Edward chuckled. "After our date, I let her change into something more comfortable. She fell asleep while we were watching a movie.
Alice huffed and stomped off. I felt a wave of calm and immediately knew that Jasper was trying to work his magic on his wife. Emmett was already busy cracking jokes.
"Enjoy your evening?" Carlisle asked as he walked in with Rosalie and Esme.
"Very much," I replied. Carlisle turned to leave when I looked at Edward. "You make a very adorable four year old." Carlisle stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me.
"Four you said?" he asked.
I nodded and in my best imitation I said, "My mama just had a baby boy today and my daddy brought me here to get her some flowers…"
Edward looked at me as if I was crazy before we both started laughing at the time we had first met.
"How many times can one person say that phrase?" Edward chuckled.
"Gimme a break!" I shrieked lightly punching Edward. "I was only four!"
He stopped laughing but didn't cease smiling. His topaz eyes twinkled happily. "A very cute and adorable four year old."
A few more things:
First, OH SNAP! CARLISLE?! I'm not sure how long he was in Chicago before the Spanish Flu epidemic and even if he arrived like RIGHT before y'know what? I made him Bella's doctor cuz… in my mind that's just pure awesome!
Second, I ALMOST changed the date of when Bella and Edward met to show how Bella became an orphan. I REALLY wanted to go with the Iroquois Theater Fire in 1903 and have Edward see Bella in the hospital all bandaged up as a survivor but they would've been 2! So little! So I figured 4 is a good age to meet!
And third, notice how I gave Bella yet ANOTHER last name? But see… I'm sneaky sneaky. They all contain Swan. I went back to last chapter and didn't see her 1900 last name so I gave her one. It just shows that she's REALLY reincarnated by just changing her last name.
Also just so you know how the song cry fits in:
It WAS late afternoon when Bella and Edward first met. Like around fourish.
The moment Bella saw Edward cry, their relationship started and of course it's going to last forever.
They met in September. 10 days after Bella's fourth birthday.
More events will be based on Cry by Mandy Moore.
Hint: "You were always the cold one but I was never that sure. You were all by yourself staring up at the dark grey sky. I was changed…"
Perhaps a flashback of an argument?
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