Only For You (Twilight Fan Fiction)

Chapter Seven

It had been three days since the accident and not once had I gone into school. When I woke up that morning I could tell someone had been in my room. There was a small plate of half burnt toast on my dresser and I could tell that something had changed. Frowning, I looked for the change and I saw it instantly. Three picture frames had found their way onto my usually empty dresser. I was angered by the pictures in the. One of me and my mum; one of me and mum old friends; one of me, Charlie and Bella. Someone spark inside me and I grabbed the three pictures, launching them across my room one by one, leaving shattered glass everywhere on my floor. I collapsed into my pillows tears streaking down my face leaving my eyes red and swollen.

I spent the whole day in my bed but I couldn't sleep at all. I just laid there looking up at my ceiling. There was a knock on my door but I didn't answer. They knocked again but this time a voice came with the knock.

"Emily, are you okay. Charlie is worried about you". It was Bella. She went to go open the door but I threw something at the door which shut the door with a bang. The footsteps of Bella could be heard as she walked down the steps from my door. I spent another three days like this, with meals being left outside for me. I never touched the meals though.

Rosalie appeared at my window and let herself in. She perched on my window ledge and jumped into my room.

"Hey Em, where have you been?" She asked

"Busy," I replied monotone

"Are you okay?" Rose asked

"Please, go away"

"Emi-"

"Out"

"Emily what's wrong?"

"We can't be together"

Rosalie's face sunk. I could see the sadness as it filled her eyes.

"I said go away,"

"Emily you're not in your right mind"

"Rosalie go away. I don't want to talk," I turned my head away from her. A few minute later I heard her leave and I felt the hot tears drip down my face. After this day I just feel into a state. One that was impossible for me to get out of. I had had one of these before but not this long. I no longer had any reason to get out of bed or do anything. The only time I got out of bed was to go to toilet and sometimes shower, and to get some food but this was when everyone was out and usually I would return to my room as soon as these tasks had finished. At one point Carlisle had to come round to take off my cast but still I refused to speak. Bella had tried many times to talk to me but I just shut her out.

It was March now. I had spent over a month like this and I never really bother to get out of this state anymore. I could have spent my whole life like this but something always breaks me out of it; this time it was Rosalie. She appeared in my bedroom sometime in the afternoon but I had no energy to ask her why. She just sat down next to me and started talking.

"So Bella sat with us at lunch. She was the one that Edward was drawn to. Anyways she sat with us at lunch and it wasn't the best of things since it reminded me of you so much, however we started a conversation that got me interested. We were sat as normal and Bella struck up and conversation with Edward about you and how you had got hurt that day in the car accident.

"You know when you saved me from the van," Bella had said

"Mmm," Edward said

"Emily, my cousin, was sat in the other side of that van and got seriously injured and had to be dropped home by Carlisle," Bella had said showing some emotion to that like she was upset about that day and that you got injured

"Sorry, but I wasn't meaning for that to happen," Edward had said like you didn't really matter.

"It sent her into a state of depression," Bella had said but before Edward could answer I butted in.

"Depression? What do you mean?"

"Uh well basically she has depression and she goes into these states where she is too depressed to do anything and usually she doesn't come to school or anything. I thought she would go into one sooner because of what happened...," Bella had trailed off before saying what had happened and so I came here"

Pushing my self up and leaning against the back board and took a shaky breath.

"When I lived in Seattle, I had four best friends who I had been friends with since Grade 6. They were the best friends ever but I was always excluded from things that they did and we fought a lot. One of the times in my freshman year they ignored me and that's what brought on my depression again. I had in back in middle school, but that's for another day. Anyway they bought back my depression but we became friends again. About this time I worked out that I had social anxiety. I feared talking to people and I struggled to do anything. So throughout my junior year I had a lot of fights with the girls and I manage to keep it all bottled up inside me, till now. But my senior year was the worst. They told me that they thought I was weird and that they were only friends with me because our councilor told them to. So they were my pity friends. That killed me inside and when it came to Christmas I didn't feel Christmassy at all. "

"So just after Christmas I came out to my Christian mother. Of course she didn't take it well and she kicked me out. That's why I came to live here; then I met you. I thought everything was perfect but I noticed Charlie ignoring me more and more. Until the car accident I just dealt with it but when I saw that he had gone without the injured one that blew it. I got home to find Charlie had been in my room and put pictures that I didn't want up on the dresser. That blew me over the edge and into a state. But now, I think with some help I can be okay again because this time I have someone who loves me and who will help me through," I smiled at Rosalie and she brushed a hand against my skinny face and went to go hug me. I pulled back and gulped.

"I don't really like physical contact either. Mainly because all the people that gave it to me betrayed me. It's stupid, I know," I said bit my lip and tucking a stand of loose hair behind my ear.

"It's not stupid," Rosalie said, "That's why I don't date men anymore. My past is-is bad". Her voice dropped at this part and she started to tell me her story.

"My human world was a much simpler place. It was nineteen thirty-three. I was eighteen, and I was beautiful. My life was perfect."