It was safe to say that Kitty had been to Charlie's place dozens of times throughout the course of her life. The view of the front door as the two teenagers walked up to the house made Kitty smile slightly. Some things, it seem, never change. Charlie helped Kitty carry her suitcases upstairs, before seemingly disappearing into the abyss.
Bella's room, while not as small as Kitty's had been, did seem slightly cramped. Bella had forfeited her larger bed for two twins, lost almost half of her closet space and a majority of the floor. Though Bella didn't seemed fazed at all, Kitty couldn't help the surge of guilt that practically drowned her. She turned away from Bella, tearing up. Unable to keep her sniffles silent, the sound drew Bella's gaze.
"Woah, Kit, what's wrong?" Kitty opened her mouth as if to speak, before opting for an easier, nonverbal option instead. Bella nodded, muttering a soft "oh" before handing the other girl a notebook and pen.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take up so much of your room.
Bella shocked her by laughing suddenly, shaking her head.
"So that there is your half of the closet, obviously. Those three drawers are yours, these are mine. Um, I left you the spare cupboard in the bathroom for that kind of stuff. I don't, uh, really wear makeup or anything like that, so you're on your own there." Kitty smiled gratefully, before wrapping her arms around her cousin.
Kitty gestured at the room around her, before mouthing the word fine. Almost instantly Bella seemed to relax, sighing softly in relief. She had been working almost non-stop prepping the room so she could share it, strangely glad to have someone she liked around Forks.
Bella said something about making dinner and Kitty nodded excitedly. She helped Kitty lift the suitcases onto her new bed, before she disappeared down the stairs.
Her movements around the bedroom were methodical, suddenly she stopped in the middle of hanging up her brothers old sweater.
Hey, Bells, I know this is lame but I don't care. Can I hang my picture up on the wall, or do you want me to just set it on the dresser for now?
Charlie silently stuck his head into the bedroom, watching Kitty stare at her phone with amusement.
"You doin' okay, there?" Kitty jumped, her hand clutching at her heart. She sighed exasperatedly, before nodding. She sent him two thumbs up and a big grin, he chuckled deeply and stepped into the room. He placed her box on the top shelf in the closet, halting her haphazardous climbing of the bedframe in her attempts to place it where her eyes had decided it needed to be.
" Are you really doin' okay, Kit?" Though her eyes were sad, she smiled anyway. He looked down at his niece, "You know, Kit, I swear you haven't grown since you turned twelve." She rolled her eyes, raising her hands in a distinctive "what can I say." gesture before speedily resuming her organization. Charlie walked down the stairs leaving her to her work. Kitty smiled at Bella's text, short, sweet and entirely Bella.
Uh, dresser for now, Okay? I still have to buy some of those stupid picture hangy upper thingies.
Christine Felker wasn't attractive in the typical sense of the word. She wasn't particularly tall, nor was she particularly thin. She stood at about 4 foot 9 inches, and despite her height—or her lack thereof— she was fine with how she stood. She weighed slightly more than she supposed she should (about 135 pounds) and she had very green eyes. She was a subtle beauty, the sort you couldn't really, truly see until she sat still and smiled. The most miraculous thing about her appearance, though, was her hair. Shining silver locks, all natural and entirely her favourite thing about herself.
She didn't seem to mind jokes about her stature, despite her lack of confidence. Secretly, she knew something that almost no one else did—Kitty, well. Kitty could sing.
Charlie Swan wasn't a bad guy, either. Not really. Despite his awkwardness and lack of social skills, Kitty managed to draw out the more talkative side of him; sometimes better than even Bella could. Kitty always appreciated his understanding nature, he opted to avoid constant physical contact with her, being one of the only people other than Bella and her Mother to know about her uncanny affinity with death. He never questioned her, nor was he offended if she shied away from him touching her.
She sat on her bed, admiring the stitching of the lavender sheets. Sheesh, maybe Pete should take some advice from Bella, she's sure as hell a better interior decorator than he is. Kitty scoffed at her own comment, and toyed with a small white box in her hands. Guilt is a powerful thing and despite Bella's assurance that sharing her room wasn't a problem, Kitty couldn't shake off the taste the horrible feeling left in the back of her throat. She opted, instead, to give Bella something nice, hoping that it would ease the discomfort Bella surely was dealing with.
"Kit, dinners done!" Kitty rushed down the stairs, (almost tripping twice) before following the smell of cheese into the kitchen, barely managing to straighten herself out as she slipped.
Bella snickered and Charlie's southern lilt filled the air as he spoke.
"I got to give that one a 6, almost face contact, but a good recovery." Kitty looked at Charlie, entirely baffled. Bella laughed loudly at the expression on her cousin's face.
By the time dinner was over and Kitty had made it up the stairs, she was exhausted. She barely managed to change into her pjs before she was asleep, not really hearing Bella mutter a thanks about the gift on her side of the dresser.
5:30 a.m rolled around far too quickly, Kitty groaned in her bed, before freezing at the sound of a male's voice. She looked up slowly, before squeaking as she caught sight of a handsome boy sitting on Bella's bed, the girl herself lay with her head on his chest—fast asleep.
She looked at the man with slight confusion, and very well hidden fear. She grabbed her notebook and pen off of the floor and wrote swiftly:
Uh, sorry to intrude, but who are you? He grabbed Bella's phone, and soon enough Kitty's vibrated.
Edward Cullen, Bella's boyfriend. You must be Christine.
Kitty gave him a thumbs up, before texting
I go by Kitty.
He smiled and went back to sleep. Kitty stood, quietly sneaking from the bedroom, and then the house. She pulled her rain-boots on along with a jacket as she stepped into the woods.
Kitty looked around in wonder for a while, before the rain became so heavy that she had to go back to the house.
"Christine Felker where the hell were you?" Bella appeared to be genuinely concerned as she pushed Kitty's sopping silver hair out of her face.
"You probably ought to go change, you'll get sick." Kitty nodded, giggling softly at Bella's mothering. She skipped up the stairs, swiftly changing out of her wet clothes and into dry ones.
"Come on, Kit! We have to get breakfast and get to school." Immediately Kitty froze, looking at Bella with wide eyes. "I know, I know. I tried to tell Cha-dad that you would need more time, but he was worried. Don't freak out, though. I have almost every class with you, and he already went and told them about the talking thing so it should be fine. Are you okay with that? Oh my—" Kitty covered Bella's mouth with her hand. She smiled and pointed to the table where Bella had set breakfast.
They ate quickly, before they both climbed into Bella's truck. The ride to the high school only took about 10 minutes.
Forks high was nothing special. It was a small school with a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-eight—now fifty-nine students. Families knew other families, kids knew other kids, teachers knew all the parents. Every person knew everyone else, and Kitty was terrified. She stepped out of Bella's truck and fell over practically the second her feet made contact with the floor.
Kitty let out a quiet 'umph' as she made contact with the floor. Bella rushed around the truck and helped her up, worry etched into her features.
"Are you okay? You hit pretty hard." Kitty shrugged, and dusted off her elbow. The boy from last night, Edward, walked over to Bella with a sweet smiled. He kissed her cheek before offering Kitty her hand. Forgetting herself, Kitty took it and suddenly she leapt back as if she had been burned. She stared at him with confusion. She looked away and practically ran to the office.
"Hi there sweetie, you're Kitty Felker, right?" She nodded and the pretty lady handed her a paper. "Get all your teachers to sign this, then bring it in at the end of the day. They've all been informed about your muteness, and they should all be respectful." Kitty smiled at the redhead, and walked into her first period: U.S History.
"Ah! You must be Christine. Kitty, right?" She smiled at him and he did so in return. "You'll be sitting next to . Jasper, please raise your hand." She walked down the aisle to her seat, and sat down softly.
Jasper immediately tensed, one hand flying up to cover his nose, the other forming a fist so tightly that his knuckles turned a startling shade of white. Kitty pretended—not very convincingly—not to notice, and instead decided to write again in her notebook.
February 18th 8:14 A.M, Forks High School.
For the first time it wasn't death.
It was life. It was life!
They have a baby girl, I'm not entirely sure who the girl is,
But I assume it's Bella.
I'll write when I have more info, this is amazing!
Kitty
The bell rang and Jasper was out of his seat and the room so fast that Kitty barely had time to realize he had gotten up, let alone left. She sniffed a lock of her hair, smelling nothing other than apples. I wonder what I did to upset him so badly?
Classes passed and lunch began, unsurprisingly Bella forced Kitty to sit with the Cullens. The absence of Jasper didn't slip her notice but she pretended not to care, opting instead to whisper with Bella—who looked truly surprised that Kitty was making any effort to speak at all.
"Y-you—" Kitty cleared her throat, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. "Should have t-told me." Kitty pointed at Bella and then to Edward while she took a large sip of her apple juice. "Creepy a-at night." Bella suddenly turned beet red, and looked at the table. Edward laughed loudly, causing the rest of the Cullens to look over at Kitty. She eeped lightly and practically hid behind Bella as a pixie like girl bounded up to her.
"Hi! My name's Alice. We're going to be great friends." She ran her fingers through Kitty's hair with wonder. "Is this natural?—" At this Kitty nodded, "It's beautiful." When Alice touched her neck she tensed, a brief vision flitted across her mind and Alice tensed too. She looked at Kitty curiously, before rushing back to sit with an impossibly beautiful blonde girl.
Bella and Edward spoke back and forth for the majority of lunch, Kitty simply listening to them chat. The bell rang again, signalling the end of the hour. The rest of the day continued along in the same fashion, and as the final bell chimed Alice walked Kitty back to the office. She turned in her paper for Kitty, and they walked out; arms interlocked.
Kitty, for some reason, didn't have another incident with Alice. After that first brief vision, she saw nothing. Typically, she had the pleasure of seeing a person's death again and again—sometimes with changes. With Alice, nothing happened. Kitty was happy to find that it was an incredible relief.
Bella stood at her truck with Edward, waiting for Kitty to show up. When she got there Bella seemed fine, but he was shifting uncomfortably on the heels of his feet.
"Kitty? Can I ask you for a really big favour?" Kitty nodded and Bella continued. "Would you um, be willing to walk home? Just this once? I have to go and help Edward with something. If you need I can drive you home first, I don't mind." Kitty shook her head and mouthed 'fine.' Bella hugged her gratefully, and Kitty grabbed the umbrella out of the truck, smiled at Bella, and walked out of the parking lot.
After about 10 minutes in the car, it appeared that at the Cullen residence things weren't going quite as well as initially planned
"I don't understand. If she smells like that? She's bound to be some vampire's singer." Emmet Cullen was very confused, to say the least. "No, Em. We don't think she is, that's the weird thing." Alive was trying to explain something that was practically impossible to understand.
"I don't like the idea of her walking home alone." Rosalie spoke up and Bella was the only one to volunteer a solution.
"I'm going to call Jacob and ask him to meet her. She was always really relaxed with him." Most seemed incredibly uncomfortable with the suggestion, but Alice nodded.
"As much as I dislike the mutts, it isn't a bad idea." Though her voice was laced with disgust, she seemed accepting. Bella swiftly texted the two, each getting their respective information.
Hey, Jake. Can you drive down to Forks and pick Kitty up?
She had to walk, and she still has at least three miles left.
Hey, Kitty. Wherever you are, sit down. I'm sending Jacob to get you, okay?
The two responded almost immediately, both with okays. Kitty mentioned being near the police station and Bella passed the information on to Jacob.
At the police station Kitty sat alone, waiting patiently for her friend to arrive. The alleyway was dark, and rain fell in an unrelenting drizzle. A large kid, slightly muscular with hair that fell to his jaw approached her and she looked up in surprise.
"Kitty? Is that you?" Kitty leapt up and into Jake's arms, burying her face into the crook of his neck as he spun her around.
"M-missed y-you." He shushed her and carried her to his truck. He smiled down at his old friend, knowing how difficult it was for her to speak made her speaking to him even more endearing. He drove her onto the Rez, and quickly after, up the driveway until he finally parked in front of his house.
"Is that Kitty? Kitty Felker?" Billy Black looked at Kitty with surprise. "By God. It is you!" Kitty rushed up to him, hugging him despite his wheelchair. He blushed under russet skin, she smiled cheekily at him. He held her face in his large hands, looking over at his son.
"What has it been? Four years? Five?" She looked sheepish as she shrugged, green eyes twinkling. Jake gently pulled her away from his dad by the elbow.
"Come on, Kitty. Embry and Quil have been bitching about seeing you for hours." She giggled childishly and Jacob smiled at her, adoration present in his eyes.
Jacob Black had always been fond of Kitty. She easily took up the 'little sister' space in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel protective over her. When they got to the garage Jacob was surprised to see Leah and Seth had joined the throng of people waiting to see her. She was practically passed around for hugs, even Leah smiled largely when her turn came around.
It was no secret that Kitty had a crush on the older girl, and had for quite some time, though Leah seemed to be entirely oblivious. Jacob, who she had often texted and emailed waggled his eyebrows at her when she was wrapped in Leah's arms. When Leah let go, her cheeks were bright red and Jacob started laugh.
Leah and Kitty had been talking for a long while, often Leah would pass messages onto Billy Black, and her father Harry if Kitty asked. Leah was the only person other than Bella who knew what had been happening with her mother's boyfriend, and had been a large part of her recovery process.
"So, Kitty." Embry said, his voice taking on a distinctly teasing tone. He looked over at Leah who was chatting with Seth and she blushed again.
"Oh damn! It is true!" She looked at Jacob accusingly and he raised his hands as if to say, "I didn't do it." She pointed at him and narrowed her eyes, before Quill suddenly called out,
"Leah? You should take Kitty out for dinner tonight." Leah looked over at Kitty and shrugged. "Hey, why not? You want to go, Kit?" Kitty blushed, but nodded happily.
Embry slapped Quill on the back. "I didn't know that you were a matchmaker, Quill!" Leah looked over at the boys with a disapproving glare, before smiling warmly at Kitty.
"Come on then, Kitten. I'll drive you home and you can get ready." Kitty's eyes widened at the nickname, a crimson blush spreading all the way from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears. Leah grabbed her hand and Kitty winced, waiting for the images that would betray her death. Interestingly enough, they never came.
What is it with this place? First Edward and me seeing his future, then Alice and me seeing pretty much nothing. Now Leah? And absolutely nothing? Huh.
"Kitty? Kitten!" Leah shaking her brought her out of her thoughts and she attempted to apologize. "S-s-sor—" Her words were cut off by a coughing fit, and Leah rubbed her back.
"Don't strain yourself, Kitten. I know how hard talking is for you." Kitty hugged Leah thankfully, and Leah surprised her by picking her up and carrying her to the car. By the time they got to Charlie's house Bella and Edward were sitting on the couch with Charlie awkwardly supervising.
Leah handed Kitty her phone and she typed hastily,
Dad, is it okay if I go out for dinner with Leah? I promise I'll be home by curfew, whenever that is.
Charlie thought for a second, before nodding.
"That's fine, Kit. Curfew is 10:30, if you're going to be late call—uh, text me. Absolutely no later than 11:00, only cause you don't have school tomorrow." Kitty skipped over to him and gave him a swift kiss on the cheek, before doing the same to Bella and awkwardly waving at Edward.
As she and Leah walked up the stairs Charlie called after them, "Door stays open, clothes stay on." Kitty turned bright tomato red and Leah laughed loudly, looking over at the silver-headed girl suggestively.
"Don't mind him, Kitten. Not that I wouldn't be interested, of course." Kitty gasped and smacked the older girl's shoulder as she looked Kitty up and down suggestively, smiling in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Leah sat on Kitty's bed as she got ready to take a shower, and read one of her books as she did so.
When she walked out, dressed and with wet hair, Leah stood.
"A Tree Grows in Brooklyn? It's a really good book." Leah held the book up, before setting it on her bed. Kitty nodded enthusiastically, and swung her arms about wildly. They walked down the stairs, Kitty swiftly bidding the others goodbye.
Leah cranked the heat up for the shivering girl next to her, and they began to drive to Port Angeles. Leah insisted the best restaurant was there, and that when she went on a date she would only settle on the best.
Despite everything that happened to her, Leah was giddy in a way she hadn't been in years. After Sam suddenly broke things off with her, for her cousin of all people, she had avoided even the idea of being involved in a relationship. She found herself grinning at the girl next to her, before focusing her eyes back on the road.
(A/N)
Thank you so much to everyone and anyone who has taken the time to read my story. My name is Sam. I have a massive thanks to send out to FictionChic, who is honestly one of the most amazing people/authors ever. She let me borrow the idea of a main character who is mute AND has an ability. I fell in love with her OC Primrose in her story The Meaning of Special. I do have her permission to use the idea, so don't freak out. Also, Disclaimer, I don't own Twilight or any of Meyer's Characters, obviously. Again, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!
Extra Info- Italicized words/sentences are either text messages, emails, or Kitty/another Character writing.
Words/sentences that are italicized AND underlined are Kitty's/Or someone else's thoughts.
Also, This story will include both 1st and 3rd person POV.
Lastly! If there is to be anything sexual, or possibly triggering at all, I will place a warning at the beginning of the Chapter.
Thanks!