"Just hold on Arabella. Just hold on! We're almost there!" The voice called to me as I watched the woods zip by, the color of red hair fluttering over my eyes, it wasn't my own, this red was deeper and more golden where mine was copper and brass. The sun sparked off whoever was carrying me and I felt their grip tighten. "Don't give up sweet girl please!" I tried to roll my head over to look whoever was carrying me in the eye but just as I began to turn my gaze the world began to fall away and I was falling through the blackness grasping out trying to catch anything to slow my fall. A scream tried to rip from my lungs but something grabbed my throat and cut it off, stopping my breathing all together.My eyes shot open and I sat up in my bed and met a pair of eyes staring directly back at me. They were red eyes just like in the hospital, but this wasn't a man standing before me, this was a woman who looked like she was forged in fire and brimstone. Her eyes cut through the dark and stra

Nearly a week had passed. Finally, I was given the okay to ditch my crutch, and Edward and I's relationship, or whatever you wanted to call it, sat oddly in the "watch movies and talk all night and maybe kiss stage." Rose had grown wary of me, and Emmet seemed apologetic enough while still standing by her side. Alice seemed electric with the idea, and Jasper seemed as if he was just happy to see us happy. Carlisle was approving, or so I had been informed, and as told by Edward, Esme whole heartedly approved. Today was the day I was supposed to meet Esme, and was going to see Edward's home for the first time. I was so incredibly nervous that I couldn't stop fidgeting and fixing the hem of my skirt in the mirror. It was the first time I had really gotten to look at my leg in the mirror from this angle in a month, it was striped with nearly faded pink scars that would probably fade to the slightly raised white. Personally I think it made me look like a badass, but Edward seemed saddened

I woke up the next morning to the smell of biscuits and gravy, and the sound of Bon Jovi drifting up the stairs. Not only was my dad home, he was in a good mood. He had come late the previous night, I was already in bed, and I heard him open my door to check I was there before shutting it and ushering Maddie into his room. I rolled myself out of bed and threw a cardigan that I had kicked under my bed the night before over my shoulders, as the chill of November had already gripped us early this Halloween morning. After finally shoving my slippers onto my feet I wandered my way downstairs. My father stood whisking the milk gravy and singing 'It's My Life' in a hushed tone. When he finally finished the song I erupted into a ton of cheers and clapping. "Encore!" Dad spun around, successfully flinging gravy across the kitchen off the whisk."Hey squirt didn't realize you were up!" The next song began to play from the bluetooth speaker, and he reached over to pause it before returning to th

"Nothing to concern yourself with." Edward said with a smile and turned up the TV where George Bailey was busy flirting with a girl over a candy counter. How I hadn't realized we made it that far into the movie already I didn't know."No Edward, don't lie to me." I sat up, placing the bowl of popcorn that was in my lap on the coffee table in front of me."Alice's visions are never the only path we can go on, this was just a variant it's fine." He said dismissively, turning the television up another few notches, only because he knew the louder it was the less I could focus. I could tell he was lying to me, I wasn't sure how I could tell, but I could tell."Edward." I said his voice with such intensity it shocked even me. I was gripping his arm now, my eyes deadest and my brow furrowed. He turned his gaze to me, shocked, and I looked him dead in the eye as I set my jaw. "Tell me. What. Is going. On." I spoke each word with conviction, I was tired of secrets and not knowing the whole tru