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SURPRISE! Just a little something, something for Halloween. This takes place two months before Bella arrives in Forks and the official start of Twilight, which I promise is coming very quickly, theirs only a few chapters of season 2 that take place before January. This is actually Mare's first Halloween in Forks and spoiler it's not a great one. I know it's going to cause some confusion but have no fear all will be answered in Season 2 ;)
P.S- I wrote and edited this all within 2 hours so I'm sorry if it's not great, or you hate it, completely understandable, I just wanted to put something out kind of like the one I did for Father's Day.
P.S.S- I will answer reviews in the next chapter...I'm just really tired, I'm sorry.
Happy Halloween Mare
"Are you still mad?" Esme peeks her head into my room a small tray in hand, I sigh and shake my head,
"No,"
"Sweetheart I know you're upset and I'm sorry about that, but I think you're pushing yourself to do things quicker than you can handle them." I lean back crossing my arms and turning away. I'm not mad...well maybe a little. I hear Esme place the tray she's carrying on the side table and take a seat on the edge of the bed, "Mare?"
"I'm not mad Esme,"
"Honey, I think you are." I roll my eyes and turn away from her,
"I know you wanted to go to the Halloween party with your friends but you just got out of the hospital and-"
"Two weeks ago Esme." I cut her off,
"It's still too soon," I groan and let my head flop back,
"I'm not mad, at least not about not going to the Halloween party." I feel her cold hand on my exposed fingers,
"Talk to me, sweetheart." I swallow already feeling the tears of frustration in my eyes,
"I just want to spend one night with my friends, one night where this didn't happen and one night where everyone doesn't looks at me with pity." I angrily point to the brace on my leg and the plaster cast on my wrist. Esme's eyes soften,
"None of this is fair, and if I could go back and stop everything that happened that night-"
"You can't" I stop her off. This is her new saying, "If I could go back" She says it at least once a day, sometimes twice and I'm reminded I wasn't the only one hurt that night. "It happened and it's over, it's dealing with the aftermath of all of it. I can't be normal because all anyone sees is what happened to me,." Esme's quiet, "I thought maybe just a normal night out with my friend would make me feel normal but..."
"But?" Esme asks voice soft,
"But you're right, it's too soon. I can't walk properly, hold a pencil, or watch TV for too long, let alone deal with a strobe light. I never have an appetite and everything always hurts." I groan wincing feeling the pull of my still-healing ribs,
"Speaking of pain, are you ready for your medicine?" I turn to her with a smirk on my lips,
"Would you even let me say no?" She reaches for a small paper cup and a glass of cranberry juice,
"What do you think?" I hold my good hand out letting her dump the pills in my palm. I've learned that each one based on shape a color. An anti-inflammatory, two antibiotics, apparently I'm taking these two for at least the next three years, and one for hypertension whatever that is. Carlisle's explained it to me a few times but at this point, I just smile and nod. I pop all four into my mouth and swallow it with a gulp of juice. Esme takes the glass away and I sigh when she places the tray on my lap and tucks a napkin into my shirt,
"I know you're not hungry, but I can't give you your pain pill until you have something in your stomach." I know, we go through this every day, twice a day. I look down at the vegetable soup and nod. I eat a lot of soup these days and Esme's really good at switching up the different combinations to keep me from getting bored, this one has corn, carrots, celery, and spinach. I finish about half the bowl before pushing it away, Esme rewards me with a little round blue pill.
This one is only for the night as it makes me more tired than normal, during the day I get a little white pill...I don't know any of the names, nor do I want to know. I've already had several breakdowns over a fear of addiction, because of my mothers dependency on alcohol. Carlisle was patient, letting me cry and then calmly explaining he wouldn't let that happen. These last two weeks since getting out of the hospital Carlisle has monitored the copious amounts of medication very carefully. Everything is in his locked office and only he is allowed to dispense it, however tonight he got a call from Forks General asking if he could come back early from his emergency leave.
"All the Crazy's come out at Halloween,"
He told me, before asking if he could go back,
"If you're not ready for me to go, I won't."
How could I keep the best physician in Forks away? Before he left he promised me everything was pre-portioned and ready, all Esme would have to do is pick it up and bring it to me,
"Is everyone all gone?" I ask feeling the worst of the pain in my knee and ribs dissipate,
"They left right after Carlisle." Esme brushes my bangs back, they're still so short having been cut agains't my will, but they're starting to growing on me.
"I hope they have fun." My lips feel like they're starting to droop,
"They will," she chuckles. Apparently, Halloween is the Cullen annual bear hunt, something Emmett started in the 80's.
"Their nice and round and fat, getting ready for the big sleep ya know, but still active."
He tried telling me before I called Carlisle to come get him. Emmett's attacking and killing bears are the last things I wanted to talk about this week.
"You should have gone."
"I'm right where I want to be." Esme smiles, "How about we turn on a movie that you can listen to before falling asleep?"
"T.V?" Carlisle and Esme have been really strict about the T.V. My history with head injuries hasn't fared well and now too bright of lights hurts,
"It hasn't been on all day and I don't think you'll be doing much watching, just listening. We'll put your eye mask on and I'll lay with you, how does that sound?" I nod,
"Okay." Esme smiles reaching for the remote and turning the TV on
"What do you want to watch?"
"It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown," I answer automatically, and Esme smiles,
"Edward bought you the DVD didn't he?" I nod, watching her head over the bookshelf and pluck it from a small stack, and place it in the DVD Player. Esme wraps a blanket around herself before gently lowering herself down into the bed and snuggling close. "Ready?" She holds up my black-out eye mask,
"Yay," Carefully she places it around my head, plunging me into darkness. I feel her pull my comforter up to my chest before settling next to me her arms gently wrapping around me. The familiar sound of the classic Halloween movie starts up and I realize quickly I'm not even going to make it five minutes in. With a yawn, I snuggle closer to both Esme and the blankets before forcing out,
"Happy Halloween Esme." She laughs is soft as her fingers go back to playing with my hair,
"Happy Halloween Mare."