I'm sorry again that I didn't write earlier, I was sick, again. So I'll make it up this one will be long and full of info. If you cry easily, you might want to bring a tissue box.
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Alice wouldn't let me go, so we had to 'walk/hug' our way back to the house, Seth followed.
Alice sniffed the air, then turned to me, "You smell."
I had to laugh. The way she said it and her expression made me laugh.
"Don't look at me, Seth's is the one who got his drool on me."
Alice didn't say anything but she made a disgusted look and insisted I 'cleaned up'
"Edward could you do me a favor?"
He nodded, not saying anything.
"Take Alice away for awhile. I'm going to tell everyone else what I told Alice, it's only fair that they know too. So I don't want her tortured by hearing it again."
"Come on Alice." He led her out of the house and over the river.
"If you want to listen, you can, otherwise you can go."
No one left the entire family stayed in the living room. I sighed. Where was I going to start? Better start at the beginning.
"May 16th, is my birthday, tomorrow. But it's also the date 3 people died. Me, my mom, and him."
"My mother was a nice, caring person, and deserved no pain, nothing bad at all. It was 1 A.M. May 16th. I was supposed to be in bed at 11 asleep, but I had a feeling that something big was going to happen."
"I had those alot then, so to get rid of them I read and listen to music. Recently my mom's been freaked out. She told me to pack to pack all my things. So anyways I had my music on and a book out."
"But I still had that feeling. I took one of my headphones out and heard my mom yelling, and an unfamilar voice. A man's voice. Later on I eventualy found out who he was, Dylan, my father." I spat his name, with pure hate.
"I crept downstairs, curious. I stopped when I saw them. their conversation stopped when they finaly noticed me. My mom whispered to me, 'Honey, go back upstairs, everything's okay.' But everything wasn't okay. He grew mad, he probably had a temper. My mom kept repeating the sentence over and over again, but I was frozen in fear." My voice starting shaking.
"He got madder. That's when he took a gun out. My mom put herself infront of me, protecting me. Two shots were fired, ringing out. One hitting the stairs, the other hit my mmom, but it went trough her. Her blood was everywhere." I was on the verge of breaking down, it was painful to remember.
"I bolted when my mom sank to the ground dead. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I locked the door, he was trying to get in my room now. I grabbed my pre-packed items and headind to the only other exit besides the door. The fire escape."
"I climbed down and hid next to the dumpster, still covered in my mom's blood, shaking. Maria found me later." I stoped, that was far enough, they could probably think of what happened next. I didn't have to say more, so I didn't.
"Mary! I'm so sorry!" Esme threw me into a hug along with Bella and Rosalie.
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Alice wouldn't let me go, so we had to 'walk/hug' our way back to the house, Seth followed.
Alice sniffed the air, then turned to me, "You smell."
I had to laugh. The way she said it and her expression made me laugh.
"Don't look at me, Seth's is the one who got his drool on me."
Alice didn't say anything but she made a disgusted look and insisted I 'cleaned up'
"Edward could you do me a favor?"
He nodded, not saying anything.
"Take Alice away for awhile. I'm going to tell everyone else what I told Alice, it's only fair that they know too. So I don't want her tortured by hearing it again."
"Come on Alice." He led her out of the house and over the river.
"If you want to listen, you can, otherwise you can go."
No one left the entire family stayed in the living room. I sighed. Where was I going to start? Better start at the beginning.
"May 16th, is my birthday, tomorrow. But it's also the date 3 people died. Me, my mom, and him."
"My mother was a nice, caring person, and deserved no pain, nothing bad at all. It was 1 A.M. May 16th. I was supposed to be in bed at 11 asleep, but I had a feeling that something big was going to happen."
"I had those alot then, so to get rid of them I read and listen to music. Recently my mom's been freaked out. She told me to pack to pack all my things. So anyways I had my music on and a book out."
"But I still had that feeling. I took one of my headphones out and heard my mom yelling, and an unfamilar voice. A man's voice. Later on I eventualy found out who he was, Dylan, my father." I spat his name, with pure hate.
"I crept downstairs, curious. I stopped when I saw them. their conversation stopped when they finaly noticed me. My mom whispered to me, 'Honey, go back upstairs, everything's okay.' But everything wasn't okay. He grew mad, he probably had a temper. My mom kept repeating the sentence over and over again, but I was frozen in fear." My voice starting shaking.
"He got madder. That's when he took a gun out. My mom put herself infront of me, protecting me. Two shots were fired, ringing out. One hitting the stairs, the other hit my mmom, but it went trough her. Her blood was everywhere." I was on the verge of breaking down, it was painful to remember.
"I bolted when my mom sank to the ground dead. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I locked the door, he was trying to get in my room now. I grabbed my pre-packed items and headind to the only other exit besides the door. The fire escape."
"I climbed down and hid next to the dumpster, still covered in my mom's blood, shaking. Maria found me later." I stoped, that was far enough, they could probably think of what happened next. I didn't have to say more, so I didn't.
"Mary! I'm so sorry!" Esme threw me into a hug along with Bella and Rosalie.
People wonder how I feel about being able to predict the future. Is it fun? Is it a curse?
Sometimes I stand for hours looking outside my window trying to figure out a way to prevent what I see as inevitable. The sun sets, then after a while, rises again. I still stand there, motionless, thinking, wondering.
Finally, I grab my scarf, wrap it around my neck, then go out with a smile and see my beloved standing there waiting for me,patiently. Jasper knows my turmoil.
I've learned to hide most of my emotions so those closest to me can't always see the dark clouds in my eyes as I see a vision. My smile hides alot. So, is it fun? No, but it's a gift that I hope I can use to help those that I love.
Sometimes I stand for hours looking outside my window trying to figure out a way to prevent what I see as inevitable. The sun sets, then after a while, rises again. I still stand there, motionless, thinking, wondering.
Finally, I grab my scarf, wrap it around my neck, then go out with a smile and see my beloved standing there waiting for me,patiently. Jasper knows my turmoil.
I've learned to hide most of my emotions so those closest to me can't always see the dark clouds in my eyes as I see a vision. My smile hides alot. So, is it fun? No, but it's a gift that I hope I can use to help those that I love.
