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Chapter 10 – story time

"It looks like you don't like your new friends – why is that so?"

I sighed. Here's the time for some truth…. And more lies.

"I'm not getting along with much people. I always have been the underdog." I shrugged it off. What could I say? They're standing in my way? I want to eat them alive – but you must know all about that…

But, the truth is, the human-blood wasn't that big temptation – at least not for me.

"I would've guessed…" he murmured under his breath. "And your parents – how come they're permitting you to stay here?" I felt how my face darkened.

My parents… my parents are dead.

Edward froze. Wha – did I just said this out loud?!

Man, I was stupid.

"When?" he was paler then usual – a lot paler.

I smashed my lips together, looking away from him. "My dad passed away two years ago." I heard myself whisper. It was the first time I've said that out loud – I told it to Laurent in one of my mails, and I haven't seen him in over 4 years.

I put my face in both of my hands. "I'm sorry." I heard him say. "Why…?" he didn't finish his question.

"He…" my voice shook. I gulped, trying to get the words out of my throat. "He had cancer. I don't know which – he hadn't said anything to me! I was a phone call away from him, and he didn't say a thing." My voice cracked.

I breathed heavily, and the stinging tears – tears that would never come out – stood behind my eyes. I hid my face in my hands.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, patting reassuringly. "It's OK. You can cry – it's OK." Edward promised me.

I took a few deep breaths and controlled myself. "What about your parents?" I asked in a quiet, little voice.

"They died from a disease." He said after a very long moment. I raised my head too look him dead in the eye. I let myself free a little, pained and half-sarcastic smile from my lips.

"I shared some details." I raised one shoulder and let it fall loosely.

Edward looked at me for a long moment, thinking hard that seems. "They died from the Spanish influenza." He finally said.

"When?" I managed to ask. I couldn't believe I could forget such a thing – my human memories… they were so weak.

"I was barely born back then." He contemplated every word that came out of his mouth. "it was so hard on me when I grew… older."

"And then Carlisle took you in." I said, remembering some long, lost piece of information in the back of my mind. Edward nodded.

There was a long moment of dead silence. We both barely breathed. "Do you have any medical problems?" Edward asked me in a whisper. It took me half a second that he remembered that time in our class that I said that I'm not going to tell him about my medical problems.

"I don't have cancer, if that's what you're car – asking about." I replaced the word caring for asking, 'cause he didn't care – and I knew it. Every inch in me knew it.

And it burned.

He doesn't care about me.

And I turned into ash.

He never cared about me.

And I turned into nothing.

Edward didn't look satisfied, but dropped it. Good. "You said that I reminded you of someone…" he said to me out of the blue. "Who would that be?" he asked his voice gentle.

Step 2 in my brilliant plan is on.

"I don't know if you're remembering me telling you this," nonsense. He remembers everything. Just like I do. "But my mom had nightmares since I remember myself."

Edward nodded his head in encouragement. "I do remember." He said.

"so, I asked her lots of times about it – and every time I asked, she would've told me a story with a very vivid character – she always described me a tall, bronze-haired man, with topaz eyes – well, sometimes those were… green, I think." I closed my eyes, remembering the story I told to the kids in the last primary-school I was teaching at. "There was a girl – just like me, she said, that met him, and she fell in love with him – fast and strong. But she made a mistake – every time it was different one..." I took a deep breath, remembering in the way I told the story to Kelly, a girl at her first day at school who were crying in the girl's-locker-room. "And the bronzed-haired guy left her, just like that. Because of one little mistake."

'He's a dick.' I heard Kelly say in my memory.

"And what happened?" Edward asked and broke my moment. I looked at him and saw a very pained Edward. I didn't want his pity. I wanted to take knife and drove it through his cold heart.

"She always told me that the end wasn't written," I retold what I told to Kelly. "That I was the one to write it."

"And what did you say? How did you finish the story?" Edward asked.

I smirked at him. "When I was little, I said he came back eventually and they lived happily-ever-after," my smirk grew bigger, mocking. "But now I think that girl had to get him back, big time."

Edward looked surprised. "Like what?" he asked.

"dunno…" I breathed, suddenly cool. "Killing him sounds good to me." He stared at me, his eyes wide-opened as well as his mouth.

I burst a laugh at the exact second I saw his expression. "You should've seen you face! Man that was a keeper!" I said between one laugh to another.

"Are you serious?" he asked, still shocked.

"Not really, no. but I do think she has to get him back somehow. What do you think – how would you end this messed-up story?" I ask him as I calmed down, lining closer. I really wanted to hear this answer.

As he answered me, his voice was grave-like. "The guy should've never come back, and the girl had to live her long life happily ever after with someone she loved."

"Ya know?" I asked him after a moment. "There was a time – in eighth grade, I think, that I said the same thing. You know what she said to me?" I smiled a small smile at him and answered without waiting for a response. "She said that sometimes, you fall in love forever."

"But I don't understand." Edward said. "Why was she waking up screaming?" he did look confused.

"I think that that girl was my mother." I said.

"And why is that so?"

"Because she said that she was screaming 'cause she dreamt he was leaving her. And she chased him. She cased, and ran, and screamed his name, till she finally understood…" I paused. It was just too painful.

"What? What did she – "he couldn't finish his own question.

"There was nothing to look for. Only nothingness." I said.

"That was the moment when she started to scream." I added.

Edward was dumbstruck.