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"I can't believe this. All my existence, I never knew about witches, wizards, leprechauns, fairy's…" Jasper said in amazement. I smiled over at him gently.
"Well, you have to understand something important. They've been born magical creatures; you guys are just dead people." I told them. Every one of them winched when I said the last part.
"What? Is there something wrong with being dead?"
"You could use more tact you know." Rosalie said rather snobbishly. I nodded at her reasonably.
"I could, but I don't see the reason as to why I should. You guys are dead, you should be proud of it. Jamie doesn't mind me calling him dead. It's just the way it is. You can't possibly be that sensitive." I said skeptically.
"I guess…we just hate being what we are." Alice said, shrugging. She too had picked up a book and had started reading it.
"Can't you just accept it? You wont get your mortality back with sulking, it won't make any different no matter how much moping you do. At the end of the day, you're still dead." I retorted, and I believed in that. It was like getting mad over someone for breaking a glass; the glass would still be broken, no matter how much you yell at the person who did it.
"I like that philosophy." Carlisle said, glancing up to give me a smile.
I smiled back at him, pleased.
"I think I have to make a potion, so I'll be heading home now. I have to stay up all night, and Jamie's mad at me for some reason. So I have to talk with him tonight too. You can give me the books back later, I only need this." I said as I picked up an old torn book. It was also one of the biggest books. Carlisle stared at it longingly.
"You can read it when I'm done." I told him with a smile. He smiled back at me and continued to read his book. I stood up, and Edward stood with me. I looked at him, bewildered. For god sakes, the door was ten feet from the leaving room. I think I can find my own way out, I thought sarcastically.
The rest of his family gave him the same strange look. Edward shuffled his feet uncomfortably.
"I thought I'd drive you home." He mumbled. I smiled at him and shook my head.
"We drove my car up here, remember? Besides, you'd have to run home again."
"I don't think he's planning on coming home." Emmett snickered, so low I don't think I was suppose to hear it. I did, though.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked him, a little sharply. What the heck was he implying? Edward growled and Emmett shrank back into his seat.
"N-nothing," He stammered unconvincingly. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"I might be human, Emmett, but I'm not stupid." I replied a little coldly. I hated when people assumed I was stupid. It was bad enough that my family thought I was crazy; I didn't need an arrogant vampire on my case too.
I turned around and walked out the door, calling a bye over my shoulder as I went.
Jamie was sulking in my room when I got home, something I was expecting. He really was predictable.
"So, who put a stick up your ass?" I asked him conversationally. He snorted at my choice of un-Lady like words.
"I don't like Edward." He replied bluntly. It didn't surprise me, I had actually expected as much from him.
"And why is that?" I asked as I started to change. Jamie had known me since I was a toddler, so him seeing me change didn't bother me. Not that he paid me any attention ether. The pervert usually snuck into young woman's houses to watch them in the shower. I was more like his little sister then anything else, so both of us just turned the other way, still talking.
"Well, first of all, he is the one with a stick up his ass. I've never met a more serious guy in my life! If you picked up a dictionary, and searched on 'uptight', the definition would be Edward Cullen." Jamie rambled. I smiled over at him, laughter in my eyes.
"Everyone can't be like you Jamie. If no one was uptight, then how could we pick out the fun people?" I pointed out. It was like beautiful and ugly. If nothing was ugly nothing would be beautiful.
"I guess your right but I still don't have to like him."
"I didn't say you had to either." I said as I walked out of my room and down the hall. I started taking out all of the materials I needed for the potion.
I was going to live here until I was 'healthy', and I refused to go to school with a crazy-vampire-freakish-poltergeist-lady.
I noticed that it was getting rather late, and I was yawning every now and then. All I want is to sleep, but I had to make a stupid potion. I sighted as I stirred eight times clock wise and waited a few seconds, before stirring it once more.
'Crush up the 'Forget Me Not' flowers and let it stew.' I read after an hour of stirring. I did as the book said and knew what came next. The last part of the potion was the most crucial. I still had a scar on my thigh from the last time, so really, was it that strange that I didn't forget the last potion ingredient after all these years? I think not.
Jamie was sitting on the counter, watching me with pained eyes. I knew he wanted to be the one to do it, but incapable of doing so. I sighted and stirred in the 'Forget Me Not'.
I pulled my sweatpants off and tossed them to the other side of the room. I walked over to the kitchen counter and drew out a knife from one of the drawers.
"I wish I could do it…" Jamie started but I held up one hand to stop him, I did not need this right now.
"Jamie, I'm almost done. Just…be quiet and don't touch me, okay?" I saw him nod, and I glanced out the window behind him. It wasn't the sun per say, but it was definitely getting lighter outside.
I sat down on the chair, so I could easily fling the bit of flesh into the potion. Yes, that was what I had to do, throw in some of my own flesh. Did I
mention I hated blood? And scared of needles? Let's just say that this was not a walk in the park for me.
"Here goes nothing," I mumbled to myself. I took a good peace of skin and held it out as far as my skin would stretch, I plunged the knife forwards.
I was so full of adrenaline that I didn't even feel the pain as I held a handful of bloody flesh in my hands. Jumping up, still not feeling the pain, I threw the flesh into the potion and stirred as fast as I could. Slowly, I could feel the pain coming. I ignored it, even when my feet were covered in blood. The wound was deep, I knew, but I couldn't stop now.
I stirred faster, and started humming an even tune. Purple mist came in huge clouds, making me temporarily blind, incapable of seeing. I continued this for about another minuet before I stopped completely. Taking a glass from the table, I held it under my wound. Lets just say it didn't take long before it was full. I noticed that I was starting to feel fuzzy from losing so much blood, and my already pale skin was even paler. I pressed a white cotton towel onto my wound hissing in pain. I sure as hell could feel the pain now.
Tipping the glass of my own blood into the potion, I stirred it one time around, fast, before I left it alone, It would be done at this time tomorrow. I glanced at the clock, I had one hour until school started. No way was I going to school today! I also knew that Mr. Newton would start checking up on me Monday. Today was Tuesday, I had almost a week.
He would ask why I was absent, and I'm sure Mike would inform him today but I would take a risk and just not care. If he came, I'd have to lie, simple as that.
"You okay?" Jamie asked concerned. I grimaced over at him. He sighed and left me alone. I didn't want his pity stares. I stumbled from the chair and over to the cabinet. Ripping it open, I took some pain killers out.
I looked around the kitchen, and chuckled. It looked like someone had been murdered in here. There was a huge pool of blood where I had stood stirring the potion, also the place I had cut my freaking leg open too. And the foot prints! Bloody footprints covered the white linoleum floor where I'd walked.
I lifted the towel and looked down at my wound. Instantly, it started to pool out again. I sighted and put the soaked towel back on. I turned around and dragged out an old mop I'd found in one of the closets. I mopped up all the footprints and dipped my feet in water. There was still a small trail of blood everywhere I went, but I couldn't mind that. Over the big pool of blood, I put a huge quilt over. I would get that later.
When I was done with taking away most of the blood, I hurried as much as I could with an injured leg into the bathroom. I started filling it up with lukewarm water. Not to warm, and not to cold. I noticed that when I stopped, it started to pool blood around me again.
"Shit." I muttered to myself. I was loosing way to much blood and I was feeling more and more dizzy by the minute. When the tub was full, I took of my top and sank down into the water. My whole body protested when the wound cam in contact with the water. But what was I suppose to do? I was no doctor, only brain damaged. That's what my mother said anyway. The water instantly started to turn crimson. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the back of the tub, concentrating on only breathing through my nose.
A few minuets later, I heard a knock on the door and then a crash. A frantic voice was yelling my name. 'Good thing I don't have any neighbors' I thought to myself. I noticed that there was more then one voice there now, and they were too beautiful to belong to a human.
"I'm in the bathroom." I mumbled. I knew they could hear me, because I recognized Alice's soprano voice. The bathroom door opened quickly, and there stood Emmett, of all dead people in the world.
"What the hell happened to you?!" he blurted out, eyes wide. I noticed they were pitch black but he was still acting normal.
"Why, hello Emmett, nice to see you. I don't mind that you just walked in on me in the bathtub at all, no, just make yourself at home." I stated as I glared, my speech a little slurred from my loss of blood.
"It's not as if I can see you anyway." He stated with concern. Edward and Alice where at his sides now, staring at me with huge black eyes. I looked down at myself and noticed that he was right. He couldn't see anything, because the water had turned red.
"Why won't it stop?" I mumbled to myself frustrated. I'd held the towel over, that stopped it last time.
"Let's take you to the hospital." Edward said with a strained voice. I shook my head.
"I can't, they'll just put me in the loony bin. I'm a patient here remember? If they found out I did this to myself, I'm screwed." I winched as I tried to get up. Alice came over and helped me stand, and she gasped when she saw my leg. Thank god I still had my underwear on. She helped me out of the tub and I grabbed a towel.
"Okay, what the hell did you do to yourself?!" Emmett demanded.
'Always the patient one' I thought wryly.
"I made the potion." I stated, as I grabbed onto the sink for support. I looked up and noticed that everyone had stopped breathing. Wrapping the long towel around myself, I looked at them curiously.
"Why did you stop breathing now? The whole house probably reeks of blood." I told them. I got even more dizzy from just talking. I clutched the side of my head with my hand, squeezing my eyes shut. The room had started to spin. I felt a small, cold hand on my upper arm.
"The blood was cold, and you were in the tub. But that doesn't matter right now. What does cutting yourself have to do with a potion?" Alice asked as she led me out of the bathroom.
"I needed a chunk of flesh, and a cup of blood. So I used myself. I thought it would be okay, because it was okay last time, but I guess I cut a little too deep. It just won't stop…" I muttered, fighting to keep my eyes open.
I felt someone pick me up, and saw that it was Edward. His eyes were black, and he wasn't breathing.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked them as they ran to the car. Edward got in the backseat with me, Emmett driving and Alice in the passenger seat.
"Home to our place, Carlisle can take a look at you." Edward said through gritted teeth. They rolled down all the windows, and I suddenly became very aware of how little I was wearing. I shuddered as the cold air hit my exposed arms and legs. Half of my wound was visible, and the blood was dripping into the seat.
"I'm sorry about the car; I'll pay for it…" I mumbled, not really caring. I was just talking to keep myself awake. With all the blood I'd lost, I should have been dead a long time ago.
"Look, I'm not pale anymore." I slurred. Edward looked down at my hands, his head snapped up and he leaned more out of the window, just like Alice and Emmett were.
"They're drenched in blood." Edward replied. I chuckled softly at that. I noticed that Alice was on the phone, talking so fast that I didn't catch a word she was saying.
And suddenly, we were there, because the next thing I knew, I was on a white couch, of all the places to put a bleeding girl.
"I can't lay here, I'll ruin the couch." I tried getting up. But Edward easily held me back down. I saw Carlisle's concerned face hover over me.
"Belly, why didn't you ask for help? I could have done this for you, with sedation and everything. You knew I'm a doctor." Carlisle asked me with a frown. He opened my towel and his frown deepened.
"Didn't think about it…"I mumbled back. I felt his cold hands wipe away the blood, and felt him press the wound together, prodding and poking.
"I can still feel, you know." I hissed out with a shaky voice. I felt my eyes drop, and I pinched my arm.
"Stop hurting yourself." I heard Edward say harshly into my ear.
"Edward!" Esme scolded. I looked up at her and grimaced slightly. It was suppose to be a smile.
"Bella, normally when someone loses that much flesh from one area of the body, we make a skin transfusion. But in this case, I don't have all the instruments I need…" He trailed of, looking down at my thige. I took the rest of the towel of my legs, and showed him my other scar. It was long, big and ugly.
"Or you can just let nature do what it does best. Put a bandage over it and let it heal on its own." Both Esme and Carlisle were staring at me in shock. Alice, Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie were all gone. Edward was kneeling by my head though. I sat up a little straighter. Carlisle regained his composure and nodded his head.
"I can't stitch it together, the skin is to far away from each other and it would probably just stop the blood from coming into your leg. Are you sure you don't want the hospital?" He asked me, almost pleadingly.
"Positive." I replied. Carlisle was gone and back in a flash with a big black bag. He opened it and pulled out a lot of weird things. He was working vampire speed on my leg, probably so I wouldn't feel so much. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the side of the couch.
"Done," Carlisle's voice rang out through the living room.
"Thanks." I said, opening my eyes. I took the towel and covered myself up.
"You'll have to change it, but I can do that for you. Or Edward could do it." Carlisle said as he packed his things up. Esme was already there, washing my blood off the floor.
"Esme, I can do that. It's my mess." I told her, getting up.
"Oh, no you don't. Sit back down on that couch and sleep. You've lost a lot of blood, you need your rest." She told me sternly. I saluted her and sat down rather ungracefully. Edward was sitting on the coffee table, looking at me intently. I noticed that his eyes were still black but in a lighter shade.
"What?" I asked when he wouldn't stop staring.
"You should be dead." He stated bluntly, echoing my own thoughts. I nodded while lying down on the couch.
"What do you mean Edward?" I heard Carlisle ask. The weight shifted on the couch, and I cracked one eye open. Edward was sitting at my feet, talking with his father.
"There was too much blood in the tub and on the floor. She should be dead." He repeated. I closed my eyes again, not really caring if I should be dead or not. I was alive, wasn't I? What was the big deal then? This was one of my last thoughts before I drifted of into dreamland.