I´ve realized some parts in the story say that it´s three years since Jordan was born/died and some other says almost three, and to make it all clear, it´s over three years… and nothing else… in fact it´s about three and a half years.
I didn´t know for how long I stayed on the bed in my room. I was bored, and I knew I had… and that I still acted like a child, but if they wanted me to stay in here until I was gonna said I was sorry, and act nice towards them… well… I wasn´t gonna be the first one to give in. Not a chance.
After… well, god… or more likely Carlisle and Esme knows how long, there was a knock on the door, I sat up half and leaned against my elbows.
"Yes" I said, it opened and Carlisle opened the door, he walked in, Esme also walked through the door after him. I sighed, and sat up fully.
"You haven´t made a sound… for three hours."
"That I did not know," I said, still with an ironic tone in my voice. "No, seriously, I can read the watch, I just didn´t look at it. Oh, and by the way? Haven´t made a single sound? Can´t you guys, like, hear my heartbeats and breaths from like a two hundred mile distance," Carlisle laughed slightly.
"No… our hearing´s good… but not quite that good, and especially not when Emmett and Seth are having a wrestling match on the living room floor." Carlisle sat down in the chair by the desk, and rolled it over to the side of my bed. Esme sat down on the foot of my bed, I backed and leaned my back against the wall.
"Jamie, love," Esme said. "We just wanna help you. But we can´t do that if you won´t let us."
"I don´t need your help." I mumbled, I also had my arms crossed over my chest. "I was doing just fine."
"Jamie," Carlisle leaned forward a bit. "You can keep on trying to convince yourself about that, but we all know it´s not true, don´t we?" I shrugged.
"I guess." I mumbled.
"Emmett said you had a wound on your shoulder…" Carlisle said. "Would you mind if I take a look?"
"It´s a scar, not a wound." I said. "It´s been there for almost three years, it´s not like you could do anything about it."
"Maybe there is… may I?" I sighed, pulled my left arm out of the sleeve, and pulled the shirts up so he could see the scar.
"What happened here?" I snitched when he laid his cold hands on my shoulder.
"Ehrm… I ran through the house, fell on a window… managed to catch the fall before my head and the rest went through." This story was a lie, but I had told it many times, though I wasn´t sure if Carlisle would see through my lies or not. He looked up a bit and nodded slightly.
"Really?"
"Mhm." I had a feeling neither Carlisle or Esme believed me. But they didn´t say anything else.
"How long ago did this happen?" Carlisle asked.
"Three and a half years."
"It still hurts?"
"Sometimes."
"Where?" I pointed to a spot right next to my collar bone. He felt the area with his fingers, and then said.
"No wonder, you´ve still got pieces of glass there. You could just come with me to my office, I´ll get them out of there okay?"
"Yeah sure." I pulled my shirt on fully again, and followed Carlisle out in the hallway, and to his office. Where I sat down on the desk, and he got out something, he had his back towards me, so I could not see what it was.
"Ehrm… Carlisle… what you doing?" I asked.
"Just fixing an injection with local anesthesia." Carlisle didn´t look at me, but as he raised his hands to check the dose of the injection, I could spot the needle, and I could feel all the colour disappearing from my face.
"Jeez," I whispered, in my eyes, the needle looked huge, and just the thought that this was going into my shoulder, made me shiver. I jumped down from the desk, and span around so I was turned towards Carlisle, when he turned around, I could see the full needle that he held.
"Oh, no you don´t" I said, half smothered, and backed away slowly. Carlisle held up the needle, and raised one eyebrow.
"You´re afraid of needles?"
"Like…. Hell." I breathed.
"Okay… Jamie," he said with a calm tone. "I want you to sit back at the desktop…"
"No."
"Take some deep breaths,"
"Nope."
"Just relax, think about something else…."
"Nah…"
"And this will be over in a few seconds…"
"I said NO."
"Or I could just shout for some to hold you still while I do it."
"Come on," I said. "I am not a child."
"Then do as your told."
"FINE." I took a step forward, pulled my hoodie and my T- shirt off, I hesitated a second before pulling the T- shirt off. Then I picked my hoodie up from the floor, held it in front of me while using one hand and arm to pull the T- shirt off. I kept on pressing my hoodie to my chest, held it unfolded so it covered the whole front of my upper body. I laid the T- shirt over the back of a chair, and walked over to sit on the desktop. Carlisle took out some more equipment from his bag,
"You can talk to me if you want," he said.
"About what?"
"Whatever you want… nothing special, just so you have something else to think about then the needle."
"I don´t know… you start… talking I mean… just… not about my family all right?"
"Sure, well… I guess you like ice skating," I looked away when he started fixing with the needle again, and put it to my shoulder. I gripped my hands around the curtain in my hoodie, as hard as I could.
"Well… Yes… Yes I do… It makes me feel good." Carlisle had now pulled the needle of my shoulder again, and I could feel the feeling in it disappear.
"How long have you lived here in Maine?" I asked. "Guess you have to move ´round a lot, due to the fact that you don´t get older!" Carlisle chuckled, and got a scalpel out of his bag.
"That you´re right about." He said. "We moved here about a year ago, before that it was Chicago, and before that a small village outside Washington, that´s where we found Bella. Nessie said you spoke with a Scottish accent when you weren´t thinking about it once… how long you´ve lived in Maine?"
"Nine years, we moved here just after my sixth birthday," Carlisle nodded. He had made an incision and was now looking into the gash. He got another equipment and reached it into the wound. A couple of seconds later he pulled it out, with a small piece of glass hanging from it.
"And here´s the little devil." He joked. "I can´t see any more glass her, does it feel like there´s anything left." I shook my head.
"Good," Carlisle got equipment for stitching the wound. "So where were we? You moved here just after your sixth birthday…"
"How old are you now?"
"Fourteen." I said. "We… we moved here… we thought it would be a new start, dad would stop drinking, mum would get a job. I would get some new friends… and I did… but I was the only one succeeding the plan, I got friends with a pair of twins… Rosie and Mary Taylor. We used to play every day at school, every day for years. Then it was time for Junior High, and we went to two different schools… and then… things like, fashion and make- up and stuff started mattering. Everyone would have, the most fashionable clothes, shoes, you name it. I could never afford any of it, no nothing. Not that I cared about it… but everyone else did… I haven´t met the twins for years, now they´re at high school, like me, but they live in Florida, at their dad´s… I´m sorry… I shouldn´t bother you with this, you´ve got enough to think about already."
"Don´t worry, you´re never a bother. Not many things are a bother for someone that´s been immortal for over three hundred and fifty years. Especially not other people´s stories." Carlisle placed a plaster on my shoulder and pressed it so it would stick. Carlisle laid his fingers under my chin for a split second.
"Thanks." I said, stood up and pulled my T-shirt on again. While walking out of Carlisle´s office, and towards the living room, when I suddenly remembered something, and I walked back to Carlisle´s office.
"Carlisle?" I leaned against the door- frame.
"Yeah."
"When we´d just met, you read my files at the hospital, and you´d told Emmett and the others about the fact that I had a brother. "
"Yeah."
"Was that the only thing you told them about me and my family?"
"Yes… why?"
"So… you didn´t tell them… about my… Addy?"
"Addy?"
"Ad- dy?" I gave him a meaning look. And he nodded.
"Yeah… yeah now I understand… no, if I´d tell anyone about that, I´d probably lose my job, obligation to observe silence you know."
"Yes… of course." I turned around.
"Jamie?"
"Yes?" I turned around.
"Come in for a minute." He pointed to the desktop, and I sat down again. He sat down in his chair, and leaned forward.
"Jamie, now I need you to listen to me very carefully because this is very, very important."
"Yes."
"Look, you know we´re vampires, and you know about the wolves. And what´s so important is, you must not tell anyone. Not a single person, even if we have some of our vampire- friends here, you might have to lie, pretend like you don´t know anything. Everything for your own safety, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes of course. And no, I won´t tell anyone… promise."
"Thanks." I stood up again, and walked out to the living room.
"Oh, Jamie." Alice said.
"Yeah."
"When´s your birthday?"
"January the fifteenth, why?"
"Well, we´ll have to have a party."
"No Alice… please."
"Alice is gonna throw you a part whether you like it or not" Emmett said. "There´s not much to celebrate when you´re immortal."
"Oh, by the way, what do you want for Christmas?" Alice asked. I sighed.
"Look, Alice, and you others too. I hate Christmas, I hate new year´s eve, Easter, fourth of July, thanksgiving and Halloween. And, more than anything else, I hate my birthday, so… just don´t make a big deal of it."
"It won´t help." Emmett said. "She´ll throw you a party, believe me."
"What do you want for Christmas?"
"Nothing."
"There´s got to be something."
"Nah."
"Well, if you don´t wanna say it… "Alice grabbed a pen and a paper, and gave it to me. "Write a list." I raised an eyebrow, sighed again, then I grabbed the pen and the paper, and walked over to my room, and sat down by the desk to write a list. I wrote a few things on the list, erased a few, wrote something else, erased again and wrote new stuff. After most parts of an hour, I was finished with it.
"Here you go…" I threw the list to Alice, she started reading it, while Emmett was reading it from behind her.
"What kind of person wants a bus pass for Christmas?" Emmett asked.
"Well… how about, a person that´s too young to have a driving license, don´t wanna ask someone to drive her every time she wants to go somewhere, but still want to get out of the house every once in a while."
"I can see your point."
"Good."
"So, can we keep it or…"
"No, I can take it." I took the list, and walked back to my room. Where I sat down on my bed, and read through my list once again.
New skates (figuring skates, not for hockey)
A loaded bus pass
New skates
Cellphone
New skates
Laptop
New skates
Money or gift cards
New skates
Winter- coat
New skates
Winter- shoes
New skates
Sneakers
New skates
"Ice princess" the movie
New skates
Glee- DVD:s box
New skates
Did I mention new skates?
I smiled a bit at my own joke, I had written "new skates" eleven times. And even though I actually really needed new skates, I had hoped they would get the joke.
Alice´s pov
"Carlisle?" I called out when he came walking together with Esme. "We asked Jamie to write a list of what she want for Christmas."
"Oh yeah, what did she write?" They stopped.
"New skates, she wrote it eleven times." Carlisle chuckled.
"Guess that´s what she´s getting then." He said, and then he and Esme walked upstairs.
"Hey guys," Emmett leaned forward. "About that bus pass…"
"Yeah…"
"Well, maybe we can get her one of those for Christmas, but I´ve got an idea of what we could give her for her birthday…"
So, what is Emmett planning, and what does Addy mean?... I know.