Not Me!

Confusion on Both sides

Edward's POV

I moved away from the door and took a cd and played it, letting the music play and sink in. I took a seat shortly after, I took a book from next to me. A hardback navy blue book with a smell revealing its age.

Rosalie's question brought them up in my mind. They took my falsehoods as truths in the blink of an eye, even trying to be respectful of them. They have a lot of practice to go on the violin. They struggled with each song, a learning violinist. It was only the first day of the slow drag of punishment.

The book that I have left long forgotten's pages flutter past my fingers to close on its own.

What have I done to be picked? I do not talk any more than some of my siblings do. I'm a lone wolf watching the purgatory residents sing their wretched community song. I am out of place and none of them know it.

Like a vulture, Mr. Scott plucked two students for death. Mine was actual and theirs was simply pride. They only had a small group that they associated with like I did.

Their smell was pungent and different from others. My sense of control almost crumbled and it would have been a bloody death for us both. They only had one advantage over me and that was how I couldn't read their mind.

I closed my eyes, letting the book rest in my lap. The music flooded my mind leaving it partly empty. That person was peculiar but not much different than anybody else.

I just need to show up and play the songs and leave. I don't need to befriend. They wouldn't even need to know my voice. Beyond that is just want, them wanting to take and take from me.

(Y/N) was a mystery, how their smell made me feel at a loss of control and their mind can't be read. But they were still human, they will age and pass. They will forget this ever happened and would be a distant memory for me.

I needed to hunt soon. My throat ran dry and my eyes were black.

I stood to my feet dropping the book on the chair. With slow steps, I opened the glass door to the outside. The petrichor and pine filled the air as I jumped onto the tree and descended to the heavily rooted ground. The sun sets behind the canopy of trees barely blocking my view of it.

(Y/N)'s POV

All of the things I bought earlier today rested in a heap at my bedroom door. My shoes pointed towards my bed from me stepping out as I got to my bed. I lay exhausted from all the activities, scrolling through my phone.

The weekend had little events and went in record time. Monday decided to be sunny despite the usual cloudy atmosphere.

"Hey, Bella, have you seen Edward?" I joined her outside as Jessica lounged on top of the table. I usually saw Edward at least twice before Lunch.

"You know the routine, (Y/N). They disappear once the sun is out." Jessica started before Bella could answer.

"What is the reason this time?" I sat down next to Bella.

"Camping," Jessica shifted in her spot.

Three days came and went with Edward still being missing each time. My annoyance grew with each day. He has left me unaware and it affected the practices that we had. I would have been fine with it if I knew beforehand, but I didn't.

Bella had started to suspect things of him from the few odd occurrences, but I remain skeptical on whether it is anything really that big beyond personal and family quirks of his.

She asked me to come by her house this afternoon, after my practice to discuss it. He was here today. He went about as if nothing happened.

I left him be for the time being. His nonchalant behavior upset me with how he didn't say anything. It really wasn't my business but it was deeply upsetting. I should let it go.

"Good afternoon, (Y/N) and Edward," Mr. Scott sat on the edge of his desk the classroom tables and chairs lined the walls. We took to our seats. He sat at a piano to my left. I sat in one of the classroom chairs with an adjustable podium set at its lowest setting.

He played like he have been doing this for all his life, like he had decades of practice. It was flawless, never missing a key, for the first song.

The ones that followed after had a mistake at some point. Whether it was missing up the tempo or striking the wrong key.

He must have only one song perfected, I suppose. I had not much room to talk, I made mistakes too.

"Alright, that will be all today. You both did good today! I see improvement!" Mr. Scott closed his laptop that he had been doing work on while we practiced. "have a good day!" He continued to pack up.

We packed up our things and left the room, I left the room first.

"Hello...I'm sorry that I didn't introduce myself sooner." Edward appeared on my left side, walking with me out of the school. His voice was soft and he seemed to have a slight reluctance. "I'm Edward Cullen. You're (Y/N)." He gave a soft nod as if to confirm it with himself.

"Yep," I peered out the window, rain pitter-pattered softly outside, it only started. "Look," I cut him off before he could say his next word. "I don't want to perform either. But we have to work together here. We need to communicate."

"What..what are you talking about?" He scrunched his brows, staring at me.

"I mean how you weren't at practice for a few days. That's a lot missed. I would have understood if you told me, but you didn't. It kinda affects performance, you know?"
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