AN: I'm not okay (I promise), Helena, You know what they do to guys like us in prison, hang 'em high, and the ghost of you. Need I say more?
I waited for probably less than three minutes when Edward came into my bedroom from the window. For some reason it started to seem romantic, like something out of Romeo and Juliet.
I stood up and walked over to Edward. He hugged me and we both sat down on the floor by the window. He looked so ecstatic it made me forget what I was going to talk to him about.
"How was talking to your dad?" He asked while putting his arm around me. That question brought me back down to Earth with a bang.
"It was…alright," I said, "it could have been better." Even though it was dark I could see the smile slip off of Edward's face. "But he believed me! That's the important thing, right?"
I was nervous at what Edward would say to that. I could feel him tense up next to me and my nervousness rose to a new level.
"Did he ask you any questions?"
"…yes"
"What did he ask you?"
"He wanted to know what made me come back and what you said that made me come back. But when I was answering his second question…" My voice trailed off and I suddenly felt afraid to tell Edward what had happened. I just stared into his eyes for what felt like the longest time.
"What happened?" I don't know if I was hearing things or not, because I heard fear in Edward's voice and I felt the pain again.
"I told him that you said that I leaving would hurt him, and…I felt this…pain. I don't really know what…it is. And when you asked me what happened…I felt…it again."
Edward was silent and for a second I was afraid he thought I was a freak. I stole a glance at his face in the dark, but his face revealed no emotion.
"I think this is something we should talk to Carlisle about." He said after a moment's silence. "Maybe Jasper, too."
"Jasper?"
"He could have a good theory for this, as well as Carlisle. But we should talk to as many…of us as possible."
This didn't really help me at all. "Do you have any theory about this?" I asked him. Once again I felt the sharp stab of pain and winced.
Edward apparently didn't notice that. "Yes, but its stupid. It's not even a logical theory. It's just a guess."
"What do you think it is?"
"I think you can feel it when people around you feel pain. Like I said before, it's stupid." Edward didn't say anything after that; he just pulled me closer to him.
I thought about what Edward had said. It was a good theory, but he was right about us needing to talk to Carlisle about it before we jump to any conclusions.
"You're right," I said, "about how we should talk to Carlisle. Why do you think your theory is stupid?"
Edward laughed. "It doesn't make any sense. It's not rational." He laughed again. "It's probably just from your transformation."
I don't know why, but I started to laugh along with Edward. It felt good to sit with Edward in my room and laugh. I hadn't really laughed since the baseball game with Edward's family.
He suddenly stopped laughing and stood up. "We need to talk to Carlisle now." His voice had no trace of the laughter that existed less than a minute ago. It was completely sober, but it also sounded a little worried as well.
I stood up almost immediately after hearing Edward's tone of voice. It scared me and I knew something had happened.
Edward crawled out of the window, jumped, and landed cat-like on the ground below. He motioned for me to follow, and I nervously crawled out the window and jumped. Thankfully, he caught and set me down.
"Let's see fast you can run," he said and took off with me closely following.
AN: Sorry for the cliffy and the super short chapter, but my mom's home and I'm kinda not supposed to be on the computer without my homework being done. If I live, then I'll write and post another chapter sometime today.