I know….I write way too much. This will be my third update today. :D
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-Bella-
I drove home after lunch, the pain getting too much to bare. I didn't have a shower when I got home, like I usually did, I was planning to have one tonight. I felt like dancing around the room chanting 'Charlies gone' or 'the weeks mine' or something else that sounded childlike and idiotic. But in my physical state, I just let myself smile.
I was free from the crippling restrictions and beatings for a weak. Though it seemed like only a little time, I looked at it positively. Sleep-filled nights and food was available for a week. I went into my room, reading the beat up copy of Romeo and Juliet I had. Time turned from minutes into hours, I was only aware of the time when it had gotten too dark to read.
I hobbled downstairs. I searched around the fridge, not feeling particularly hungry, and made a small salad. Once I had finished, I washed my dishes and started the routine I usually started in the morning. Once the house was clean, I had a shower, dressed into my confortable winter pyjamas and climbed into bed. Burying my head beneath the covers, I fell asleep quickly.
-Edward-
My hunting trip took longer than anticipated, but it was worth the mountain lion I was able to catch. I ran towards Isabella's and jumped into the just across from her window. She was sleeping…only her damp hair visible as her entire body looked like it was curled under the blankets, not even her head was visible from under the blanket. Her room was just as clean as the first time I had seen it.
I wondered how hard it would be to befriend her, as Esme suggested. She was secretive in school, she didn't reveal much. She hardly talked, and when she did it was so very quiet. I wondered why.
Edward, are you ok? I turned to where the thought had come from. Esme walked from out of the forest and jumped up next to me. I smiled at her.
"So, how did it go?" She asked, referring to what she had suggested before.
"She's shy" I stated.
"Well, the more you like her, the more you will want to protect her. You need to try, or sometime in the near future, you will drain her" I turned my gaze from her to the sleeping form that was Isabella. Esme left me to my thoughts soon after. It was about an hour after that she rolled over, my eyes followed the movement and I heard a faint whisper.
"Why?..."
Isabella talked in her sleep? I almost chuckled, but held it in. She rolled over again, the movement caught my attention, a pale white hand became exposed to my eyes. Only minutes later it was dragged back under the covers.
She seemed even paler in the moon light, almost as pale as me. The more I sat there, the more I realized about her. How thin she was, it showed no matter how baggie the clothing she wore was. She was on the verge of being an unhealthy skinny. The way she hid behind her hair, or bit her lip. She was defiantly shy.
As it were, time was nothing to me, I only realised it was morning when an alarm went off. I slid back into the trees, going home to get ready for another pointless day of school…no. It wasn't pointless. Today was the day I would befriend Isabella Swan.
-Bella-
I woke the next morning to my alarm, truly smiled for the somewhat pleasant morning and walked into the bathroom. Splashing water over my face and ridding myself of the sleep that seemed to cling to me, beckoning me to sleep just a little longer.
I felt better, still sore, but my ankle felt better than it had the previous day. I was able to walk on it with little difficulty, though the pain was ever present it was durable. I went through the morning routine of cleaning before I made some toast and a cup of coffee. Once I had finished the phone rang.
I grabbed it off the hook.
"Hello, Swan residence"
"Morning sweetie" Charlie's voice replied. "Hope the house is clean"
"Yep, everything's nice"
"Good. Remember to buy groceries, I left money for you under the sugar container for you" Then he hung up.
Great, he called just to make sure I got groceries. I grabbed my bag and walked to the car. I arrived at school early, like always, and walked to my locker. The halls would remain empty for another five minutes. Five minute of silence…
I didn't like school…I would prefer to do home schooling. No appearances to keep up, no loud gossiping, no overwhelming, disgusting scents. It would be so much easier on me, so much less painful. What if I put hearing protection in my ears? That would tune the volume down. But no, that would block out more important sounds. Like a scrape against the floor… or the Cullen's quiet talking.
My mind registered something then. Like something you see, then you don't notice it until later. I had just had one of those moments. The Cullen's never ate. From the first day I've been here, I've never seen them eat anything.
What was on with the Cullen's? Did they all have eating disorders or something? The Cullen's are a strange family.
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