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I'm Not on Drugs!
"Blow" Chief Swan orders holding the breathalyzer up to my mouth. I stare at him and then roll my eyes,
"I told you I'm not drunk." He shrugs
"Then you'll have no problem blowing will you?"
"You should phase that better."
"Blow!" He demands, quickly I lean forward and blow as hard as I can into the nozzle, all while jeeping my eyes on this "Chief Charlie Swan." It could be his name, Charlie is common, I know at least three Charlies of different ages, and Swan? That girl from that fairytale show, her last name is swan so it's common too right? What if he changed his own name during the Twilight craze? Yes I'm going to go with that, the only problem is figuring out how I started out sitting on a street curb and then ended up face down in an abandon saw mill. The Breathalyzer is pulled away while Chief Swan studies the readings,
"What does it say?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Cause I haven't been drinking, see you were wrong." I gloat, but Chief Swan doesn't back down,
"Care to tell me why you're eyes are bloodshot and glazed over." Bloodshot? Glazed? Could explain why everything has a pinkish glow to it,
"Genetics?" I state slowly, Chief swan mustache twitches and in one swift movement he reaches past me to the police cars door handle and throws it open,
"In." I look inside to the hard plastic seats and sigh. Where else do I have to go? I slide in and let him slam the door and watch as he stalks over to the front drivers side and plops in before starting the cruiser and pulling away from the darkened mill. I tun around as the car gains speed and watch the abandoned building get farther and farther away, eventually it disappears into nothing. Suddenly it hits me, it disappears into nothing which is exactly what's surrounding the structure, nothing. Why was a police officer looking around an abandoned saw mill in the middle of actual nowhere.
"How did you know I was out here?"
"Anonymous call."
"Anonymous call?"
"That's what I said." I lean back although the seats back here are uncomfortable.
"Can I come sit up there with you."
"No,"
"Why?" Chief Swan sighs,
"Because you were trespassing and getting high on private property like a criminal, so you're going to be treated like a criminal." I roll my eyes,
"I though I was getting drunk."
"Sit back and hush." I grunt feeling a pull in my side from where my mother kicked me,
"I'm not on drugs either." I mumble trying to get comfortable on the hard plastic
"You look it, or do you look like that because of someone or something?"
"I'm not on drugs." I mutter, I'm just very confused. I slide to the right side of the cruise and stare out the window, it's dusk so it's a little hard to see but I manage. Theirs a lot of trees, more than I'm use to even in the suburbs of New York.
"Where are we?"
"Where do we think we are?" I wait a second before answering.
"New York?" I'm waiting for chief Swan to asks me if I'm on drugs again but instead he asks,
"Did you hit you'r head when you fell?"
"Maybe?" I whisper low enough so he can barely hear. I touch the tips of my fingers to my temples and wince, this has to be when I hit my head on the way down when mom caught my leg. I slide over to the other side of the car, I'm hoping I'll start seeing something familiar, but theirs nothing but trees, trees, and more trees. Theirs a lot of trees in Beacon, but here their seems to be nothing in between. I lean closer to the window squinting at a sign as we slowly pass. My heart stops
Welcome to Forks
"Forks?"
"Washington," chief Swan confirms and my breath hitches. Forks isn't real it's all from a book, Charlie Swan isn't real, this isn't real!
"Kid, are you okay back there?" I realize my breaths are coming in short gasps, my ribs ache and suddenly I'm dizzy,
"Kid?"
"Huh!" I look up at the review mirror where chief Swan stares back at me,
"You okay?"
"I have to be dead, or at least in a coma." I whisper turning my head back and forth still only trees sit on both sides of the car,
"Don't do drugs."
"I'm not on drugs! I live in Beacon, New York. I was just in there, I have to get back, my mom...oh god my mom!" I can't breathe and despite the ache in my ribs I bend down putting my head between my knees.
"Okay kid calm down, deep breaths, we'll get you help." This catches my attention and I pop my head up.
"What, where are we going?" I swallow suddenly feeling the reverberating pain in my neck.
"The hospital, it's just ip here." My back straightens and I lean forward grabbing the grate that keeps me and chief Swan separated.
"What, why?"
"Because if you're hurt you need to be looked at and if you're jonesing you need a safe place to come down." I collapse back into the plastic seats,
"One more mention of me on drugs and I'm going to loose it." I mumble running my hands down my face,
"Then don't do drugs." I slowly pull my hands away and look up at the rearview mirror and glare. He shrugs "Or you can talk to me." I bring my hands up to my face again because I don't even know how to start.
…
"Sit and don't move." Chief Swan points to an uncomfortable looking padded chair in the corner of the hospital waiting room. Chief Swan had to physically pull me out of the squad car by the collar of my shirt. That alone got him heated and I really don't feel like angering him any further, so I sit. The Chief gives me a harden glare before turning around to talk to the lady at the front desk. I grip the chair tightly, I hate hospitals. I glance at the few people sitting in the same chairs as myself, one is an older women doing a crossword, another is an older man a couple seat down picking at a scab on his arm. Lastly is a small family hiding away in a corner, a young child sleep on his mothers lap, while the man scratches at his eye repeatedly. I cringe, there are so many germs in here. I turn back to chief Swan who points at me, the lady behind the desk nods and picks up her phone. I repeat Chief Swans words in my head,
"Sit and don't move"
I frown and wait for the women to turn and for chief Swan to turn his back on me once more and then quickly and quietly I take my chance, I run.
…
Dammit it's cold. I rub at my bare arms and curse my stupidity for running out my apartment door without a jacket, although in my defense it's warm in New York! Now on to my next thought, HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE! I take a deep breath and turn looking back to the hospital and particular close attention to the sign...yup still says Forks. I'm losing my mind that's it, I must have hit my head somehow and I'm currently wondering around my neighborhood VERY concussed, but in my messed up brain I think I'm in Fork Washington, a fictional town from a book. That makes perfect sense! I reach the end of the parking lot and look around, surly they've noticed I'm gone by now. I need the less likely place they would look. On one side its the road leading out and away from the hospital, the other is...trees, shocking. However trees it is. I take one more look before bolting into the darkening forest, only stopping when the pain in my chest is too much, but by then, I'm surrounded by large trunks and masses of upturned dirt, leaving me feeling more hidden and therefor more safe. I have no doubt their probably searching the hospital itself checking in the bathroom and empty halls, but I keep moving as if their behind me. I know most of it is paranoia, but I am currently living in a fictional world after all, and not even a good one. One with vampires, why did it have to be vampires, why couldn't it be wizards? I would love to love in Hogwarts or even Wayne Manor. Yes I would 100% prefer to live in a mansion with Batman or Hogwarts with wizards than live in Forks with vampires.
"Wizards?" A deep voice to my left questions and instantly my heart drops into my stomach, "I've never heard of Harry Potter." Slowly I turn towards the voice and feel my knees buckle, he's gorgeous. The approaching man stops and smiles, "Thank you." Now my legs completely give out, my knees hitting the ground with a squish. Who's the male lead again...I just picked up the book how could I forget already? Right concussed walking around my neighborhood confused that's right...it's Ed something...Edwin...Eduardo...Edmund...Ed...Ed...Ed...
"Edward."
…
Cold arms hold me tightly, but chaos erupts around me.
"Where did you find her?" I recognizes chief Swans voice, great I'm in even more trouble now,
"She was walking around dazed and confused."
"I found her in an abandon saw mill, I think she was getting high." Again with the drugs. A cold hand brushes my bangs back,
"Or a head injury, set her here Edward." A smooth voice commands, my back hits something stiff and the arms set me down.
"I thought of that." Chief Swan grumbles,
"Of course chief," the smooth voice reassures, "Margaret will you please start an IV and push 2mg of Naloxone." Needles? Oh hell no, my lids are pulled back by the lashes and a bright light is shined into my eyes. I blink when I can and seize my arm away. I try to roll onto my side but suddenly hands grab my shoulders and arms.
"Kid calm down."I hear Charlie shout over the commotion,
"Chief please wait outside." A door slams and I pull even harder against the hands,
"Easy, easy, easy, you're okay and you're safe, can you try calming down for me." I don't even know you,
"Carlisle." Edwards voice answer my question. I open my eyes and look towards Edward, he's standing at the end of what ever I'm laying on..a bed I guess. His hands are holding my knees down. Oh god what have I gotten myself into? I let my head flop back down and take a deep breath. A cold hand rubs my shoulder,
"That's it sweet girl, take a deep breath. You're safe, we're going to take a look at you make sure everything's in working order." I shake my head. I've been to the hospital a handful of times, but just like school counselors and police officers I've been taught to fear them.
"No,"
"Chief Swan has expressed a great believe that you've ingested something you shouldn't, if you allow me to run a blood test he could easily be proven wrong."
"I'm not on drugs." I mumble taking a deep breath.
"I believe you, but the Chief of Police outside does not, theirs no other way to prove him wrong I'm afraid." I bite my cheeks, I don't have a choice and so I nod,
"Okay, Margaret. Please." For the first time I look up at the smooth voice. He's good looking, in fact almost too good looking to be working in a hospital in a small town. At least not a small hospital in the middle of nowhere, maybe Grey's Anatomy, yes I could see him there. His skin is pale and blemish free, eyes a sparkling gold with hair to match, his name tag reads Dr. Cullen and for some reason no part of me wants to believe any of this. My arm is straightened and a band is tied around my bicep and something wet is applied to the inside of my elbow.
"Small pinch here honey." The women Margaret says. I make the mistake of looking over. That's not a small pinch, thats a full on needle and I turn my head away and press my cheek into the starchy white pillow and squeeze my eyes shut. Something cold runs across my forehead and then something else wraps around my right bicep. I head the snap of Velcro,
"Can you tell my your name?" I feel the band tighten and something cold is pressed into my inner elbow,
"Mare."
"Short for Meredith?"
"Marceline."
"Thats-"
"Weird." I cut him off before he can say it. It's what everyone says hence why I've shortened my name, I look up to Dr. Cullen who takes the prongs of his stethoscope out of his ears and brings it back to rest around his neck.
"Delicate," He smirks and reaches for something out of sight. Slowly the bed I'm laying on rises and bends until I'm sitting up. I feel tap being applied to my inner elbow. My wrist is grabbed before I can reach over and rip the IV out. How could I have been so stupid, I knew they weren't just going to draw blood. Wait blood? I turn to Edward but he seems unaffected,
"Can you tell me what happened?" Dr. Cullen asks distracting me, it's working because now I need to think of an excuse.
"I fell in the warehouse." Carefully Dr. Cullen reaches forwards with two fingers and and pushes into the puffy skin on my neck,
"Ahhh!" I hiss and pull away,
"Margaret can you call down to radiology and get us in for a CT scan."
"She's a minor Dr. Cullen." Margaret points out,
"I understand but if her airway closes we'll be in a bigger situation." Margaret nods as if these things just happen,
"Of course." I watch Margaret leave the room and then Dr. Cullen drags my attention back to him,
"Where can your parents be located?"
"Parent," I correct,
"Parent?" Dr Cullen asks again, but how am I going to explain this. My parent isn't here because she's in my world, my world? You know as in not here, because in my world your nothing but a character form a book, a boring one.
"Boring?" Edward questions, he still stands down by my feel but he's not longer holding my legs down,
"Edward" Dr. Cullen chides, Edward looks away from me,
"She knows." Dr. Cullen sighs,
"Is that the case?" I turn away and back to Edward, but something behind him catches my eye, something small and black sitting by the door.
"My backpack?"
"Pardon?" Dr. Cullen asks, I look over to him and then back to Edward.
"My Backpack, it's behind you." Edward turns confused and walks over swiftly to pick it up,
"Did you come with that?" Dr. Cullen asks. Slowly I shake my head, once, twice, too much pain to continue,
"Open it." Edward hesitates before unzipping it and reaching inside, he pulls out my binder and I roll my eyes, "Theirs a book." He reaches inside again and this time pulls out the worn paperback copy, "read the back."
"Isabella Swan's move to Forks, a small perpetually rainy town in Washington, could have been the most boring move she ever made. But once she meets the mysterious and alluring Edward Cullen..."
The mood in the room changes and the air gets thicker,
"I think I'm not where I'm suppose to be." Dr Cullen holds his hand out and slowly Edward passes the book over. He flips through it and then carefully sets it down on a small table at the side of the bed, his palm resting on top of it.
"Where do you come from, where is your home located?" I push my lips together, I've jumped from one side of the country to the other, New York to Washington.
"New York." Edward answers for me
"Hey."
"Answer the questions of Edward will answer for you young one." Dr. Cullen gently scolds,
"Give me a chance to answer then." Dr. Cullen nods,
"That's fair," he looks at Edward and nods again, "What's the last thing you remember?"
"I was on the phone, sitting on the sidewalk." I waste no time answering this time.
"And who did this to you?" Dr. Cullen reaches into his breast pocket and and pulls out a pen, my mothers face appears into my head, her angry eyes and nibble fingers closing around my throat. The Bacardi bottle I used to hit, all of flashes before my eyes like some sick movie I don't want to watch. I turn to Edward, if he can read minds then he's seen everything I've just replayed. NO!
"I was attacked, jumped." I blurt out,
"Jumped?" Dr. Cullen questions almost like he's testing the words on his tongue. He holds up his pen,
"It's New York," I mumble looking to Edward, "It happens."
"Look this way." Dr. Cullen reaches forward and turns my chin in his direction, "Follow this with your eyes." He flashes the light on, it's brightness pierces my retinas and burns, I follow the best I can and wait until he's finished to speak,
"What happens to me now?"