In The Right Key

Chapter 15: Crazy

Chapter 15: Crazy

Edward's Point-of-View:

I missed her. I missed her soft, shiny hair, I missed her pliant lips, I missed her warm skin; I even missed her silent mind that only spoke to me under the moon's glow.

I wanted her. Why couldn't I have her? I would not like the answer. Now was not the time to be thinking about this, but I couldn't stop those thoughts, and others', from the interregnum they brought to my mind. Throughout the Cullen household, the thoughts of the vampires in it all whispered the same thing: Bella.

And there was nothing I could do about it. My hands came down on the piano in front of me fast and hard in frustration. I realized I had been playing her lullaby again. The first time I had accidentally started playing it was okay, but by the tenth time it was embarrassing. Emmett made fun of me constantly, calling me a girl, while Jasper stayed away in moments like these where my feelings were unpredictable: anger, sadness, longing, grief. If I were human, I would have exploded with all of the emotions spotting my existence.

I knew these feelings should be irrational. I had only known Bella for three months. I should have been over her. I should not have cared anymore. And at that moment, I hated the word 'should' and wished it the torture of a vampire transformation. I couldn't feel the way it wanted me to feel.

"Carlisle," Jasper moaned in exasperation from the other room.

"Go ahead," Carlisle said. Suddenly, I felt serene, like I didn't have a care in the world. Normally, in a time like this, I would reject Jasper's power, but I let it in; I needed a break. I thought wryly that maybe Jasper's empathy was like a drug for vampires. Surely the release was just as powerful.

I sent my gratitude Jasper's way and heard him straighten from his hunched over position. The result of my overbearing feelings caused Jasper to feel the pain I felt, and so as not to invade unwanted, he asked Carlisle's permission to calm me down. If I did not want it, I would reject it, or 'throw a hissy fit' as Emmett liked to call it.

"It's getting worse," Jasper whispered to Carlisle. I wasn't sure if he was speaking of my tortuous feelings or the situation we were in. "Can't we let him talk to her?" I knew what he was talking about now; me and Bella.

"I . . . don't that's a good idea," Carlisle said, unsure. All of the decisions for the family had been left to Carlisle and Jasper, since I was 'emotionally unstable'. The others all helped them, leaving me to wallow in the results of what had already happened and what was going to happen. I still did not appreciate my brother and father speaking about me as if I could not hear them. I denounced the serenity that had been thrust upon me, alerting Jasper of my annoyance.

Edward, it's easier if you don't resist, Jasper thought-spoke to me.

"I know," I muttered out loud. I got up to go to my room and stopped before the sitting room where Carlisle and Jasper sat, planning. "But I think you should focus more on our guest." I looked up to signify where our guest was staying.

"I resent that!" said our guest from the room above us. All of us, even Carlisle, rolled our eyes at that, although he hid it better. Then, fearing I would get pulled into planning, I rushed up the stairs and into my room. Planning what we were going to do about our situation made me too anxious to be cooperative. I wanted it to be done already, but it just wasn't possible.

That's when Alice had the vision that changed everything.

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Bella's Point-of-View