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Warning this story deals with abuse and is rated M.

~Chapter 4~

Edward POV-

I handed Esme the notebook that I had been clutching, as a doctor came into the room. I wasn't ready for this. I was afraid to lose myself to the darkness again. I had already lost over three weeks of my life while I laid in the hospital bed in a coma. I was unsure how much longer I would be in the hospital, but I was hesitant to want to leave. I knew once I was checked out of the hospital that I would be moving in with the Cullen's and into their beautiful home surrounded by woods.

I was unsure if this scared me or made me happy. Carlisle and Esme were both very nice to me. But I knew that their children Alice and Emmett lived with them and they are what scared me.

Would they like me, hate me, think that I was trying to replace them or take Carlisle away from them? All these questions and more ran through my head as the doctor talked to Esme and Carlisle about the surgery and other things. Don't ask me what, I wasn't paying attention.

I had seen this doctor walking around the hospital a few times and Carlisle assured me she was the best.

"Hello Edward I am doctor Alyse. I'm going to take good care of you. Are you ready? Do you have any question?" She asked as she finished her conversation with Carlisle and Esme and turning all her attention to me.

"No, I don't have any questions Doctor." I was afraid to tell them that I was scared. I didn't want to be put under and go through surgery.

In a matter of minutes I found myself being helped into a gurney and wheeled off to have surgery, a single tear rolling down my face as I looked over at Carlisle and Esme. In that moment of time I couldn't help but wonder who I would be if it wasn't my mother that had received full custody of me but my father Carlisle Cullen and his sweet loving wife Esme.

The room they brought me to was white and spotless looking. There were endless surgical supplies around an operating table. I was carefully lifted onto it and before I could even count to three I was falling under the spell of the anesthesia that the nurse gently gave me, my last thought was of my mother and wondering if she had ever even loved me like I knew Esme loved her children.

My world became darkness as my mind and body separated themselves, preparing for the surgery my body now had to endure.

Emmett POV-

Dad had gone with the doctor and nurses and I entered Edwards's now almost empty hospital room.

"Mom?" I said as I took a seat next to her. She was clutching one of the notebooks I recognized as being one we had just bought for Edward. "Mom?" I said again, wondering if she had heard me.

"Yes sweetie?" she said looking as if she had just been pulled out of her thoughts.

"He's going to be ok mom." I said as I noticed tears threatening to escape from her eyes. "He's safe now."

She just smiled at me cupping my face with one of her hands. I noticed that she did this often when she was worried about something. Her thumb would gently rub a circle on my cheek, passing over my scar as it went.

She nodded one more time and stood, handing me the notebook she held.

"I should go be with Carlisle, will you be ok waiting here?"

"Yes mom I'm fine. Go be with dad. The others are on their way here." I said as I stood up and hugged her.

I only had to wait for ten minutes before Alice came in followed closely by my girlfriend Rose and her twin brother Jasper, who also happened to be my best friend.

"Hey." I said not looking up from the closed notebook that Esme had given me. I could tell that it had been written in and I would be lying if I said that I didn't want to open it.

"Oh, is that one of the notebooks we got Edward? Did he write in it? What does it say?" Alice asked all in one breathe.

"Yeah, Ali its Edwards and I think it has been written in. I haven't opened it though." I said answering her questions as the three of them pulled up some chairs and sat next to me by the window. Rose wrapped her arm around me as she gave me a soft kiss on my lips. Before I could comprehend what was happening Alice had stolen the notebook from me and opened it.

Not even a minute later she was crying and practically shoving the book away from her and to Jasper. Rose, Jasper, and I sat there for a minute while Alice cried. All wondering what to do, it was Jasper who made the decision for us as he opened the notebook to the page that Alice had just been reading.

Softly and slowly Jasper started to read out loud so that we could all hear what was written.

Waiting for an Angel ~ E. Cullen, 7-2-10

Every hurtful word they spoke,

Every hit and kick I took.

The nights I laid awake and cried,

My only way to escape,

Was to hide inside.

And still,

I sat there,

Praying for an angel.

But none came,

And the years went on.

The pain got worst,

And their words became my reality.

And to my eyes,

And to my ears,

I believed that I deserved the pain nightly.

Though this realization didn't stop,

My tearful pleas for salvation,

From this hell I've had to live through.

And every night,

And every day,

I would kneel down and pray.

Praying for an angel.

But the angel never shows,

My heart slowly beats,

As I let my tears freely flow.

And my heart is beating slowly,

And I feel as if I'm dead,

But I guess that,

Hearts will never be practical,

Until they can be made unbreakable.

For mine beaks as my angel is nowhere to be found…

As Jasper finished reading I couldn't help to notice a single tear that fell from one of his eyes. In that moment I also noticed I too was crying and that Rose had gotten up and went over to Alice. The two women were crying in each other's arms. Without another word Jasper closed the notebook, frowning to himself.

The hour passed slowly as we sat there, none of us saying much since the poem. The poem was beautiful I had to admit. But I didn't like how my own brother had gone through something so bad that he felt the feelings to write that. Yes I know I've never met Edward but ever since the Cullens adopted me I felt as if I should protect others who have been through abuse.

My parents were 35 when I was born. I came as a complete surprise to them. Neither had ever wanted children and here they were nine months after the "joyful" news I was born. Growing up wasn't too bad. At least that's what I thought growing up. I always assumed that all families were like mine. With parents too busy to even talk to their children.

I was eleven years old when I had somehow pissed off my mom. She was in the kitchen making dinner for her and my father; my dinner was just a sandwich, which I had to make myself. I had entered the kitchen in order to ask her to sign a permission slip for one of my classes. I was in fifth grade and we were starting sex education and had to get our guardians/ parents to give permission.

She wasn't happy with my interruption and before I knew it her had was coming towards me to slap me, it was in the last minute that I noticed she still held a knife in that had. I couldn't move fast enough as the knife sliced through my face, from my eye to my chin, on my left side.

That was the first time either of them had ever hit me and I couldn't help but scream as I saw blood dripping onto the floor. I remember my mother yelling at my father to get into the kitchen. Before I knew it I was being rushed to the hospital.

I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew I was waking up on a hospital bed, I could feel something covering the left side of my face and a man stood beside me reading a file.

The Cullens adopted me months later, after my parents decided to move to France and they made it clear that they didn't even want to try to keep custody of me. Carlisle and Esme became the parents that I could talk to and trust. They made sure always to be around for me and came to all of my football games.

I was proud to be a Cullen.

Jasper POV-

I hated hospitals, everything about them was depressing and the fact that they smell weird didn't help. But here I was in a car with Rose, Alice, and Emmett, on our way to the hospital to wait on news about their brother Edward. I hated going out into public and all three of them knew this, but it didn't stop them from dragging me to the hospital today and the truth is I would do anything for Rose, she's my twin and I love her.

Rose and I are nothing alike, everyone at school loves her. She is beautiful and confident in herself, the fact that she's currently dating the captain of our football team only helped with her image. Not that she cares too much; normally she would just brush the 'popular' people off. Instead she would prefer to sit next to me, Alice, and Emmett at our table during lunch which always surprised me. I mean Emmett being the captain of the football team and all you would think he would rather sit with the populars. But no he always told me that he wanted to sit with me, his best friend. I guess being the first person to befriend the "new kid" was a good decision; Emmett was the best friend you could ask for and a great guy for my sister.

Rather than be out in public I preferred to be curled up with a good book and read. That may be part of the reason I had gotten made fun of at school. Another thing was that my face was covered in acne and my glasses were old looking, but this isn't what stopped me from dating. It's the fact that I am gay which is stopping me. I happen to know I'm one of three gay guys at our High School; the other two are freshmen and had come out together a week ago. I had been out of the closet with my family and friend for three years now, I was lucky that they all accepted me. Currently no one at school knew about my preference.

So how did I get dragged into coming to the hospital today? One word, Alice. She told me that I just had to come today and she wouldn't hear another word about it, I learned long ago that you didn't bet against Alice. So with a sigh I agreed to come with them to the hospital.

Edward's poem was heart wrenching sad, but I couldn't help but notice how well written it was. Esme had come to me a few days ago and asked me about books that Edward may enjoy, but she hadn't mentioned anything about him being a writer, a good writer at that. Sitting there with my sister and two closest friends I couldn't help the pull to want to know Edward.

AN: Ok so I know that this story is progressing slowly but it will be speeding up very soon. There you have it Navygirl14 and embracingtws Jasper has entered the story, he won't be in it too much for the next two- three chapters. But don't worry there will be plenty of Jasper in the future. :)

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"Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable." This is a quote from The Wizard of Oz. Which means I don't own it. The rest of the poem is by me.

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