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~Chapter 5~
Jasper POV-
I'm unsure how long the four of us sat there. Alice and Rose were still quietly crying when Esme walked in a frown overtaking her features as she took in the two girls crying. Her eyes flashed to the notebook that I was still holding.
"Read another?" Alice asked, her voice cracking from crying. Esme took a seat next to her and looked at me expectedly. I quietly opened the notebook and flipped passed the pages we had just read.
End… Beginning~ E. Cullen 7-2-10
The End…
It's all over,
No more pain.
Their hurtful words,
Their hits & kicks,
Are forever gone.
You don't know how I prayed every day,
A song to remember
A song to forget,
You will never know how much I tried.
Won't you come & free me from my hell?
Can't you lead me away from here?
And under the cover of the blood red moon,
Whisper to me tenderly,
That I'm safe with you…
Lead me to the wishing well,
That's past the dreaming tree,
And under the turquoise waterfall,
There you'll find my sanctuary.
Softly I listen
As rain falls from the sky,
Now my tears flow downwards,
Like the angel's tears from above.
Take away the memories,
And take away my pain.
And if by chance I survive this nightmare,
I could one day be free.
I'm afraid,
So afraid,
Of being raped again and again.
I thought I would die alone and unloved.
Oh, God how I hate what I've become…
I've lived long enough to find myself screaming
With every night.
Praying that the tide will catch me first,
And give me death I've always longed for.
The Beginning…
The pain is still too real,
And my tears just won't dry.
The fire that consumed me,
Is it possible that it killed me?
"It's written backwards." I said as I finished reading. Everyone looked at me confused.
"Well it's obvious," I said wondering how to explain it. "The very first line of it states the end while the last stanza begins with the beginning. The stanzas can be rearranged and read backwards." I couldn't help the amazement I felt after reading this young man's poem, the second one tonight. I couldn't help the pull I felt towards him, I wanted to know him, to be with him, even as a friend. Those thoughts made me criticize myself, how could I be so stupid as to think anything like that. He's been through hell, there's no way he would ever even want to be my friend, let alone anything more.
I must have been lost in thought because I hadn't even notice Carlisle coming in to the hospital room.
"Edward is out of surgery." He said, his voice startling me. "Everything went fine. He's still under the affects of the anesthesia and wont wake for a few more hours. The nurses will be bringing him back here instead of a recovery room. I wanted him to wake up in a familiar room."
"Dad?" Alice's voice rang over the room. She didn't even wait for him to ask her what she wanted before continuing. "Can we see him, when they bring him in? We could leave before he wakes, I would like to meet him." Alice's eyes looked hopeful at her father. A small smile formed on my face as I realized that he like the rest of us couldn't deny Alice.
Slowly Carlisle smiled and nodded. "You can all stay, but only for a few minutes."
I didn't want to admit to it but I was thankful to be allowed to stay. I wanted to see who Edward was; put a face to the wonderful poet.
Alice was practically bounding in her chair by the window when a nurse came in pulling a gurney that had who I assume to be Edward. I didn't know much about Alice, I do know she was adopted at the age of ten and that she was now 16. She didn't like to talk about her past, not that she remembered much of it. The car accident that took her parents lives also took most of her memories and after six years we can assume she will not regain her full memories.
"Alright everyone just stay back, give us some room." The nurses said as they made their way towards the hospital bed. I got my first real look of Edward as two male nurses picked him up. He was tall I could tell, but extremely skinny, only a small portion of his arms were showing and still I could tell her was all skin and bones. My breath caught in my through as I saw his face and I was almost sure I felt my heart skip a beat. Even with the black and blue bruises that still covered his face I could tell he was beautiful. His hair was sticking up in every direction, his skin was pale, even in his sleep he looked sad. I wanted to do everything within my power to help him, to make him smile, to hear his laugh.
"Told you that you had to come with us." Alice whispered in my ear, thankfully no one else noticed that I had been staring at Edward.
Carlisle POV-
I had never felt so utterly helpless as I watched my son, the son that I had just gotten back. Now I was faced with the possibility of losing him in this surgery. His body couldn't take much more and yet there was nothing to be done to stop it. I stood there looking through the window at the three hour surgery, my eyes never leaving the heart monitor that was attached to him.
I was thankful when the surgery was over, but I wouldn't breathe easily until he woke up and I could assure myself that he was ok. I couldn't help but feel that I had failed as a father. How could I not notice the signs of abuse? Edward use to be so happy and full of life and in the last few years he didn't even want to have much to do with me. He was always coming up with so reason why I couldn't visit him and he was always too busy to make time to visit us.
Edward POV-
I could hear voices around me but my eyelids were too heavy to open. I could hear a male's voice talking softly saying something about a poem. I wasn't sure. Not soon enough my eyes fluttered open and I caught a glimpse of an angel, he had blonde hair and captivating blue eyes and he was starting straight at me. Not able to hold on any longer I let the darkness again overcome me as I fell back into the black sea and everything, every sound, every smell, everything disappeared. Everything just became too much and I slipped back into the dreaming state.
AN: Yes I know its short, but I wanted to get this posted and its already one. I'll post later this weekend. Please review and tanks for reading.
The above poem is a mix of my words and song lyrics from… The Poet and the Pendulum (Nightwish), Wander, Don't you Cry (Kamelot), Dreaming Tree (Dave Matthews Band)…