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I keep debating with myself to stop writing, since my story has lack of comments or any hints to show that it is been in peoples interest to read. But when I read the comments that come from the womderful and supportive CountryMumAU, I keep writing because it makes me happy to see that I at least have caught someones attention.
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Disclaimer: I know that Twi-hard fans are all moaning because we don't own Twilight, because I know I do. And the Team Edwards, are all dissapointed that we can't get enopugh of him or Edward himself in my case. Anyways, I don't flipping own Twilight. *curses, and swears*
20 November 2003-11:30pm
I opened my eyes into an empty room.
I glanced at the far too familiar corners of the room, taking in everything. The walls were a light blue, as the floors. The bed was positoned in the center of the room, two wide windows on my left, was open ajar. I could hear the faint sound of the heart monitor on the right. A small white desk was on the left, with a glass of water on top. Two white empty;uncomfortable looking chairs sat beside the desk. I sighed.
My head was aching with a piercing pain, that shot through the back of my head. It was as if someone was poking a wound, rapidly. I placed my hand over the pain, and felt a bandage over it. I suddenly remembered what happened and why I was in a hospital room. The dizziness, the headache, the blood... I remembered when I fell on the floor and I must have been brought up for a doctor to fix me up. I was pretty sure it was Carlisle, since he was the one there present when it happened. And he must have wanted to help himself, since he was so caring and one of the best doctors who did his job perfectly. Tears filled my eyes as the pain in my head deepened and got incredibly unberable. My eyes left as if they were going to pop out of its place.
I pushed the blue duvet away from my body. I slid my legs off the bed, taking out the pulse oximeter that was clipped to my index finger. I stood up, taking slow steps to reach the knob of the door. Turning it around I opened the door ajar, and peaked outside. There was no one insight, except a nurse behind the receptionist who was reading a magazine. Stepping outside, I felt like a prisoner escaping from its cell. I smiled weakly at the thought, and looked to both my right and left. What now? I was dressed in a white grown, that looked like I as mentaly unstable who just ran away from an asylum. My feet were turning cold, obviously because I didn't have any socks or any shoes on. I started to walk down the coridor, keeping a hand firmly on the walls. I couldn't trust my balance, especially when my head was more damaged than it already was. Clumsy Bella, Edward would joke. I stopped dead in my tracks, other memories from earlier rushing through me.
Carlisle told me that it was Edwards body, that was found inside the house. The house that went up into flames taking Edwards life with them. My heart ached in loss, as I realised that Edward died, and he wouldn't come back. It was as if the sun from my world was taken away leaving me with nothing but darkness. I wanted to be alone, without a noise from the world: total silence, total darkness. I wanted to crawl deep into the ground and never come up again. Edwards loss, sank into my mind and heart finally. I accepted it and fear took over me, because my worst nightmare came true. Edward was gone, and without him I felt like a half of an apple. Not whole, not complete. His whole existence in this world was the reason I smiled, but now that was taken away from me, like when I lost my mother.
My head became dizzy and my vision blurred and I collapsed on the floor. But before I could hit the floor, I felt strong arms pick me up from my waist. I knew one thing before I looked at my rescuer. It wasn't Edwards. His arms would wrap around my waist, genly picking me up. I looked at my hero, and saw Carlisles worried expression as he lifted me up quickly. He placed one of my arms around his shoulders and took me back to my prison cell.
As I entered the room, I felt trapped and worse, I felt like I was suffucating. A room this small had so many memories burried benath the floor, the walls sank in the sadness and fear, when I was younger. I was about nine, when I lost my mother. She had cancer, and I watched her slowly die for a whole year. Her beuatiful tanned skin became a solid yelow as the disease covered up all her body. Killing her slowly and painfully, switching off all her organs one by one. The smile on her face dissappeared, as the days came to an end. As the days would pass, I wrote a letter to her for each day of the year since we found out about her illness. She never got a chance to read them, or knew how I felt. The doctors said we could take her home, as my mother wished because she wanted to die, in her own house, in her own bed. She didn't look scared to die, but I knew my mother more than she knew herself. I knew she was hurting inside, and was scared down to her core. And, she was gone without even a goodbye. One day, when my father was sleeping downstairs in the couch, with exchaustion and lack of sleep for at least a month, my mother sneaked off to the park. She walked and collapsed as the end of her time came. The neighbours called for an ambulance but there was no use because she had already died. My father came to my school, dragging me to the hospital without any explanations. But from the fear and worry in his eyes, I didn't push him any further. When we came to the hospital, my father spoke to the doctors, while the nurse was giving me a cup of water. I don't remember what he said, but I remember him falling down on his knees, his hands covering his face, tears pouring down. As I ran toward him, I knew the ugly truth, that my mother died. But my father wasn't convinced, so he wanted to see the body. He insisted that I wasn't to go with him but I followed them and went right behind him inside the freezing cold room. The room filled with grey metal fridges with numbered labels on them, was nothing but a place I loathed since then. The doctor opened one of the fridges and slid out a body, that I recognised immediatly as I stared at the little strands of hair was flowing out under the covers. I ran to my father, and hugged him tightly. "Everything will be fine", was all he said, and from that day, my mothers name was forbidden. Renee Swan, was truelly dead to my father.
As I slid back into the bed with Carlisles help, I realised that the purple sacks under Carlisles eyes were gone. I smiled.
"Got some sleep finally?" I mocked him, my voice sounding weak and sleepy. He turned to me and raised a brow.
"Yes, I did. And as a doctor I perscribe it to you." he smiled warmly, and I laughed.
"Yes, . And I perscribe you a day off. I mean, give a break to the nurses!" I said and he chuckled.
"I'll give a thought to that." he promised and went to get a chair so he could sit beside my bed. I pulled the duvet, up to my chin and hugged it.
"How are you feeling?" Carlisle asked, as soon as he sat down.
"Like Hell." I explained, but he just smiled.
"I like honesty. Well, what are your complaints, Miss Swan?"
"I have a huge headache at the back of my head. Anyways, what happened to it?" I asked.
"Well, first I'll get you some painkillers to kill that pain. And for your next question, you fell hard on the floor and opened up a wound. I had to stich it up."
"That does sound like me." I said and received a low chuckle from Carlisle. His eyes didn't shine as it would when he laughed but I saw that it was genuine.
"Yeah, well you scared alot of people." Carlisle said and rubbed his eyes. I guess the sleep wasn't that much of a help after all.
"Sorry. And thanks for everything, Carlisle. I appreciate it." I said sheepishly, as I stared at my hands.
"You welcome, Bella."
"Wheres Charlie, by the way?"
"He went to get coffee. I mean you did sleep for nearly two days."
"What? You serious?" I said laughing. It felt as I was asleep for only hours, not days.
"The wound was wide, and the morphine was like giving sleeping pills to you. That does happen on some patients. It's like a side effect." Carlisle raised an eyebrow on the 'some patients'. Always teasing my weirdness. Alright, I am not normal, but that doesn't give the right for people to tease me about it. Right? Carlisle laughed, and I just narrowed my eyes.
"Ha ha, really funny." I said feeling colour rise to my cheeks.
"So feeling better?"
"Much better!" I said, and we both turned to the door, where there was a soft knock. The door slowly opened, to show a man with curly hair, soft chochlate brown eyes, a neat mustache, and he had a pale white skin. My father, Charlie, walked into the room. He smiled. Carlisle stood up.
"I'm going to get you some painkillers. I'll be back." Carlisle said and before he was out the door, he placed a hand on Charlies shoulder. Charlie murmured "Thanks" and from that Charlisle was out the door. Charlie walked to the chair that Charlisle sat on and smiled.
"You okay,kiddo?"
"Yes, dad, I'm fine." I smiled. I felt sorry for him. He thought he always had to prove that he cared or loved me, but teh truth was I already knew that. He may act like a tough dad, and may not say much about his feelings but in reality he was just a dad who loved his only child. Even though sometimes he was over-protective. Charlie was the Chief of Police. In his navy police uniform, I noticed that his gun wasn't with him. He had lived on this small town, since he was born even his parents lived here. He always wasted time on his work or by fishing or watching baseball games. He didn't like much of a company like me, and I guess I inherited it from my dad. I saw that he wanted to say more but he couldn't. And I liked that. We didn't need to speak to know how the other one felt, and it was something I didn't have with my mother, which is why it felt extra special. I also liked that he respected my privacy, especially at times when I needed it the most. I spread my arms and motioned for Charlie for a hug. He smiled. He entered my arms and hugged me tightly.
"Thanks Dad."
"For what?" he said, sounding amused.
"For everything."
"Anytime, Bella." he said and kissed my head. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep on Charlies arms.
Aww, what a great dad is Charlie, eh?
Anyways another chapter I uploaded, and I am going to be waiting a week until you readers write comments. I dont care if its good or bad. I dont really mind being critised, because it makes me realise to the places that I need to develop more in.
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So, I need to go back to my Edward, and you guys should read. Plus, there is a funny surprise coming later in the chapters.
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