My sister was in a comatose state for months after that which, let's face it, is almost exactly like how she is anyway.
She was more like a ghost, though, walking through the house with a heavy step as if she didn't have the energy to pick her feet up anymore. Like all her life left with the creepy Cullens.
Okay, they weren't all one hundred percent creepy. That Alicia chick was kinda cool, she came over once and braided my hair. And the big one...Ebert?...Emma? yeah, he was kinda funny too. He was in my french class.
Focus Abigale.
I think she tried for some sort of norm, though the word tried is being used very loosely here. After the first week, she started going back to school again, cooking dinner and stuff she did normally. But, she lacked any sort of conviction. Any amount of personality she had (and she didn't have a whole lot to begin with) had gone out the window.
She was acting like Edward had died instead of left.
With this thought in mind, it was January I figured SOMEONE had to smack some sense into her.
It was a few weeks into the new year, and one of the rare saturdays I had off from my typically (purposfully) busy schedule. I found myself in the odd position of being awake first with nothing to do.
So, I made myself some hot chocolate.
I noticed I made too much, and with a large sigh and pursed lips, I decided maybe eight months with the cold shoulder was enough, and a white flag needed to be waved.
Just this once.
So, I walked up with a steaming mug in my hands and a hesitant step to my sister's door and paused.
This was stupid, she doesn't want my chocolate, she wants Edward's.
That's kinda gross.
But true.
Focus Abigale.
Just as I was about to knock, Bella opened her door, and looked startled to see me standing there with a mug in one hand and a raised fist as the other.
"...yes?"
I paused momentarily, looking from the mug to her and down to my shoes. Damn, why did I decide to be nice?
"I made you this." I said quickly, offering her the hot chocolate. Bella looked genuinely shocked at this, and seeing as this was the most emotion she's offered anyone in four months, I see it as a good sign.
"You made this?" She asked, her eyebrow raising in question.
"I promise it's not poisoned or anything. And hot chocolate isn't that hard to make, oh master chef."
A ghost of a smile lit on her pasty face, and she took the drink from my hands.
"Thanks Abby...a lot, I guess."
"Yeah, your welcome...I guess."
God I think I inherited dad's awkward too.
"Do you...wanna watch a movie? I think I rented one of the Saw movies the other night."
"Shouldn't you return it?"
"Nah."
"Oh...well, sure, I guess then."
So, weirdly enough, Bella and I...hung out. She could make an okay conversational companion when she wanted, and it was easy to make her laugh if you say something stupid enough. I found out she liked really boring books like Shakespeare and Edgar, so of course I forced her to watch some quality movies like Harry Potter and the Cat in the Hat. She seemed to like the magical world I've loved since birth and we were both able to laugh (though me more obnoxious than herself) at Mike Meyers' version of the cat.
It was...pleasant.
And I think dear ol' pops almost had a heart attack when he saw the two of us sitting on the couch having a conversation that didn't involve ugly glares or forced pleasantries.
And that night, we all sat down and watched Treasure Planet and things were actually...nice.
Things were good, for that moment. And it made me glad I reached out...for a day anyway.
