CPOV
I was more than surprised at how much information Bella had volunteered about her brother, though I could tell she was lying throughout some of the conversation, and that irritated me, and I'm not sure why.
I knew she was still having nightmares, and that concerned me, but I wasn't going to intervene, for I knew she was writing, because after every time she woke up screaming, I could almost immediately after hear the scratch of pen on paper. I was content with that, because I knew if she didn't trust me, she at least had some form of emotional outlet. The flashbacks were becoming a lot less frequent too, they actually reminded me of Alice's visions, the way her eyes unfocused and glazed over.
I missed Alice, and everyone, actually. I understand Esme had found her mate, but what I didn't understand is why they all had to leave, and couldn't they at least have kept in contact, I mean, come on. But I suppose this is payment for my sins, I did change almost all of them, and I didn't give them a choice, or a proper end to their mortal life.
I decided to stop dwelling on the past, and log on to my laptop, and check my emails. They are mostly junk, but one stands out from the rest.
Missing Person
Isabella Swan.
17 years old.
Brown eyes
Brown hair.
Height: 5'6"
If you see this person, please call the missing persons hotline.
Well, that is interesting, I should call the hotline, but I know she will be safer here then back in AK. I can still hear her in the other room, she is playing guitar again. This song actually has lyrics.
"My eyes are searching,
My stomach is lurching.
I look for the way out,
So many people pout.
They have problems of their own,
This is a fact that is known." She stops singing there, probably looking for more lyrics. I hear her put the guitar down, and mess around with something, when music fills her room from the stereo. It's one of the bands that Jasper played rather often, but I can't quite name it, Green Day, I'm pretty sure.
I was still getting used to having a human in the house, it wasn't the blood that bothered me, but just having the warmth around all the time. Bella was rather pleasant to be around, quiet most of the time, but would voice her opinion on various topics if asked. She was very intuitive, and intelligent, and could hold her own in a debate. She was kind and caring, and didn't like to ask for help.
"Carlisle?" she asked from the other room.
"Yes?" I had replied.
"I want you to read, what I wrote."