Alice's voice had to be somewhat close, thank god. I got up, managed to grab my bag which was a complete wreck, my cassettes crushed,
my headset snapped, I sighed, it was the only gift he gave to me. Nearing my way towards her voice, pondering what I'd say or how I'd act.
Then I stopped because I couldn't hear anything except the mush of the wet grass. I walked toward the noise again and saw the outline of a giant brown open house. My grandfathers and grandmother's house, I smiled at it, I couldn't I'd visit them soon enough, my father's house had to be close.
My flashlight must've run out of batteries, cause it was flickering rapidly. The disappointment I had must've shown. I walked for an hour, miles past the Cullen house, and I noticed a small path. Unusual it was to see in the middle of the woods. I held my arm as it still bled through my blue flannel. I felt a little lightheaded from the blood loss, but I pushed it aside and kept walking.I had to be close.
The path felt so long, and I felt small droplets of water. Just as I felt that it started to pour, getting more extreme as the minutes flew by. The little hope I was holding on to felt like it was fading away. My head started to ache, and I felt so drained and tired, my eyes started to flutter open and close. Until I saw a small hut cover in moss and vines. It looks unusually familiar,but seemed as if witch would live in it. Facing the front door, I slowly turned the doorknob.
Figures, it was locked. I checked under the doormat just in case. Nothing.
Lucky I could see through the windows,noticing a window opened a bit. The lights weren't on except for one in the other room as I peaked into the open window.My father appeared rather stressed. He slowly sat down at a grand magnificent piano, took a deep breath and started to play.(the song he plays below)
I listened to the loud roaring thunder, as his dark gloomy song started its chime. Those exact courds could tell me every mood he was feeling.
Loneliness
Heartache
Guilt
Regret
I felt those last too the most, every since I was born I always felt that way. I'm not good enough, because I took away the only thing he swore to protect in this world. Why did I even come back to him. He'd just send me away like he did before.My aunts, my uncles, even my grandparents cared more than he did. However I wouldn't blame him if he never wanted to see me again. The stress and worry I caused before my birth. Everyone on edge. Auntie Rosalie waiting for me to be born. Carlisle worried for his daughter in law, as well as Esme. Uncle Emmett and Uncle Jasper staying neutral,but on egde. Aunt Alice worried for what was to come. My father wanting me out of my mother, Jacob too. Most important my mother, who gave me life, rising hers in the process, but she did it for me. She will always be a hero in my eyes.Why did I even come back?
He was drowned in his own music, not a care about anything else yet keeping the notes unbroken and continous.
Mabye it was best if I just went back and spent the night with my grandparents,at least I'd be safe. I didn't want to be a burden on him like I always was.
I backed away from the window as his song came to a halt I heard the front door open. I ducked down into the bushes. He came out,if he caught me he would surely discipline me. He must've stayed out for a while, walking around as if he were looking for something or someone. I could only see his legs, from the angle I was at.Ow
Adjusting my self a bit I noticed the pair of legs turn around and walk closer to me. I panicked as it reached the bushes I was hiding in,and I slowly started to feel that lightheaded feeling again.
My eyes drifted to a close.
I have to stay awake I thought. Please stay awake.The last thing I recall
cold arms wrapped around me
And a heart that felt it beat miles a minute, one heart I never thought would be able to beat the condition it was in.
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Twilight: Blood Moon
AdventureAfter the tragic death of Bella, Edward fell back into his depression, his self-hatred, he lost the one he truly loved. Renesmee never felt truly happy with her father; He did love her, but he was truly lost, and Renesmee being a reminder of his wif...