Trapped in Twilight, Help!

Chapter 6

I seriously hoped that I was still in my bed, in Sioux Fall, South Dakota, but the bed I was in was too comfortable to be my own or even my father's. Someone was playing with my hair, their fingers were delicate and precise, like they were moving a single strand of my hair at a time. I've always liked people playing with my hair; it calmed me, usually Lily did when she was over.

Everything came rushing back to me at once. Someone put something hard, cold and comforting on my forehead, like they were trying to soothe my worries. I recognized the something as a hand. My senses came back and I could smell the sterile scent of bleach. There wasn't much to taste; my mouth was dry. I couldn't hear much either, everyone was so quiet (I could tell there was many people it the room), I could just barely hear them talking. My shoulder was wrapped and my arm in a sling, a fuzzy blanket kept me at the most perfect temperature. I didn't see much; I kept my eyes closed but the suspense was killing me.

I sucked in the clean-smelling air and held it there for a brief moment before exhaling. I figured, while I was trying to avoid the outside world, I might as well think. I thought about how it was possible that I was here. Wherever here is. That thought led me to think about Sioux Falls. Which led me to think about my Dad.

Oh God.

Dad.

I could feel a sob building up in my already-heaving chest. I could feel my bottom lip quivering. My eyes flew open, it was dark. The hand was still on my head, the same person was still playing with my hair. I covered my eyes with my free hand; I wasn't okay. Through my fingers, I could see a faint light coming from the hall as someone slipped in.

I had to get back to Dad. I thought, trying to calm down enough to ask where I was but I was too upset. It took me several minutes to compose myself before I removed my hand from my face. It took me even longer to open my eyes. Fluttering open, it took me a little while to get adjusted to the dark.

From what I could tell, there was two wall-sized windows to my right and behind me. The bed was large and pushed into the corner. There were bookshelves, but no books. There was a fireplace, too. But that was all I could see.

"It's going to be okay," the same musical, female voice from earlier said. "I promise, Edythe."

"How do you know my name?" I croaked, looking towards her, All I could see was an outline of a petite girl. Her hair was perfectly styled and shot off in every direction like a neat, but permanent, bed head. Her eyes shown in the dark too, they were a bright butterscotch color. Alice Cullen from Twilight fit her description perfectly. I cursed myself for having that be my first thought.

"Don't you know mine?" The girl cocked her head to the side like a confused dog, but the way she did it was much more graceful.

"Alice," someone hissed in a warning. "She just woke up, give her a moment and answer her question."

"Relax, Rose," Alice murmured. "I was just wondering." Alice turned towards me. I swear, I thought, if they say they are the Cullens; I'll cry. "My name's Alice Cullen, I know your name because I had a vision of you a few days ago."

"Why to give her some space, Alice," a gruff, but somehow still smooth, voice scoffed.

"I was just answering her question!" Alice said defensively.