Emily's Nightmare26
Of course, no one told me anything. We had gotten the bottom floor finished and sparkly clean by twilight and the women of the family got to work in my room. Alice wouldn't let me in, something about remodeling to my pleasure and surprises, which I wasn't starting to like. I spent the rest of the night trying to pry the information out of anyone I could. I was so close to getting it out of Emmett, but Edward stepped in and took off somewhere. Lucky him.
Unfortunately, my grounded didn't stop me from having to help Alice with her Greek Project, and since I had already agreed to go to church with Matthew, so that was still a go. I was so hyped, which was weird, since normally I didn't like going when we had to keep the cover up. Maybe that's why it was so exciting, this time I was doing it for pleasure, and not because I was being forced to.
Jasper could feel how excited I was, which made him happy, which made everyone else happy, which hopefully wouldn't mess up my room, with all the love going around. After Edward took Emmett away, I contented myself with knowing that there was a big secret that I wasn't aloud to know. I lingered outside my room, passing silently in front of the doorway, lightly touching the doorknob that is until Rosalie threatened to make Emmet come up and carry me down. I was okay with that, so I was going to stay, until Bella suggested that if I didn't leave, they'd paint it hot pink and neon orange. At that mention, I ran down the stairs, skidding to a stop at the sight of Edward smirking at me. "What?"
"What threat was it this time?"
"A hot pink and neon orange room."
"So know what are you going to do?"
"Oh, I don't know. Probably steal Jasper's laptop and look up catholic prayers, so I don't look absolutely ridiculous tomorrow, or today," I said as I glanced at the clock. It now read 1 am.
"Come here, I want to show you something," Edward said, grabbing my arm and dragging me down to the basement.
"What are we doing down here, Edward?" I asked as I pulled away a spider web from my face. We never came down here, unless we needed something from our past or we were so bored that we actually tried to clean up. It's never actually happened.
"Just come on. Let me see, where did we put it?" he picked up random boxes and looked at their names. Edward- 1960's. I inched my way closely to the box, eager to see what was inside. My hand got as far as the cover, before Edward swiped out from underneath. He glared at me as he placed it somewhere else.
"Aww, come on. It couldn't have been that bad," I teased. "What exactly are we looking for, maybe I could help," I offered, while eyeing another box, this one saying Emmett's name on it. Edward caught onto my intentions, and laughed.
"Trust me, you don't want to know what's in their. Anyway, I found it so no need to bother yourself." He had a box with my name on it and the year 1992, the year I joined the Cullen family and became Emile Kathleen Cody Cullen.
"What's in that?" I asked curiously as we walked up the stairs.
"You'll see," he teased. I rolled my eyes, but followed him anyway. We ended up in a kitchen, as usual, and he set the box on top of the kitchen counter. He got a knife and stabbed the box, tearing the tape off it. Finally, unable to contain myself, I peered over his shoulder.
"Oh my gosh, it's Einstein!" I squealed as grabbed a patched up chocolate teddy bear and gave it a hug. "Ugh, smells like soil."
"Einstein?" Edward asked, struggling to hide a smile.
"What, I was like two. What else is in the box?" I asked as I put Einstein aside and looked in the box. "Why didn't I know of this box?" I asked him as I pulled out toys and old clothes, tiny old clothes.
"It didn't seem important," he said, shrugging.
"Not important? What' have we been lugging this box around since 1992?"
"No, actually it's been here since 1992. There wasn't room for it with all the other boxes in North Dakota, so we sent it here."
"So, what are we looking for? Or is there nothing in particular?" I asked pulling out baby alphabet books.
"If I'm correct, there should be a small prayer book that used to be yours. See, here it is," he said as he pulled out a white pocket book. He dusted it off and handed it to me. I gently took it and flipped to the first page.
Hail Mary
Hail Mary, full of grace
The lord is with thee,
Blessed art thou among women,
And blessed is the fruit of
Thy womb Jesus,
Holy Mary, Mother of God
Pray for us Sinners
Now and at the
Hour of our Death
Amen
"I totally remember saying this!" I shouted as I flipped the pages of the prayer book.
"So do I, you used to pray these before you went to bed when you where little," Edward said, "You were so cute, kneeling by your bed at night, your hair hanging loose, down your white night gown. Just like the pictures you see," he teased.
"Shut up," I smacked him with Einstein.
"That's the thanks I get for making your remember?" he asked, pretended to be insulted. He couldn't keep his face straight and laughed, I laughed too. He was so weird some times. I looked into the box and pulled out a small music box. Eagerly, I opened the box, and found that it opened to music playing. Edward snorted behind me.
"What's wrong now?" I asked him impatiently.
"Nothing, it's just, come on. The Bach Double? Weren't you at least bit normal when you were little?" he asked. I didn't respond, instead I rolled my eyes at him and took a look to see what was in the music box. There where a lot of tiny miscellaneous items, such as coins, tokens and beads, but at the very bottom, there was something shiny. Curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up. It was a small silver cross on a silver chain. The cross itself was pretty. I turned it over and saw in tiny writing: "Those who love me I also love, and those who seek me find me" – Proverbs 8:17. "Why would someone put that proverb behind a cross?" Edward asked. I shrugged, how was I supposed to know?
"Help me put it on?" I asked him as I handed him the necklace. I held my hair up as he unclasped it and put it on.
"There you go," he said. I let my hair down and I looked down, seeing the cross on my chest seemed right.
"So, now what do we do?" I asked him. He smiled at me and rolled his eyes. "What?"
A/N: As you may have noticed, I'm Catholic so that's why Matthew's Catholic. It just seemed logical to write about the faith that I already knew, or am learning anyway.
I love that Proverb and 8/17 is my birthday so I love it twice as much.
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