Goodbye For Now (Twilight Fan Fic)

Disbelief In My Depression

Edward's POV

"Hey Eddie!" Emmett yells, even though I'm sitting two seats away from him.

"Edward," I correct Emmett in annoyance, looking up from Great Expectations, which has never met my expectations.

"Do you wanna come wrestling with me and Jazz?" Emmett grins.

"Really?" I ask, "Are you not afraid I'll cheat?"

"I didn't think of that. Sorry Eddie, offer's been revoked," He slaps my knee before running outside to where Jasper is waiting.

I catch my sigh before it escapes. This is how it always is. No one wants to be around me because of a power I wish I didn't have. I'm the joke of the family, the odd one out, mateless, and a one hundred year old virgin. Those are Emmett's favourite jokes about me.

I look back down at my book, but I don't pay attention to the words. Instead I listen to everyone else around the house. Carlisle is reading in his study, Esme is gardening, my brothers are wrestling and my sisters are creating their own line of clothes in Alice's room.

What saddens me is that none of them know the first thing about me. They don't even know my favourite colour; they don't know that deep inside the woods is a small clearing I use for practicing with the crossbow I made. They think I'm some piano playing drama queen.

At vampire speed I put my book down and walk into the garden to where Esme is. I kneel down next to her and wait until she is facing me to speak.

"Can I speak to you about something?" I ask quietly. This is the third time I have done this, tried to talk to Esme or Carlisle about how depressed I really am.

"Sure honey," Esme smiles warmly.

"Well, its kind of difficult," I mutter.

"What has Emmett done now?" Esme jokes, and laugh with her, but like the past couple of years my laugh sounds expressionless. I seem to be the only one who has noticed it though.

"Nothing," I smile, but it doesn't reach my eyes. "Its just-"

"ESME!" Alice screams from behind us. "I really need your help, now."

Esme sighs and turns to me, "Can this wait sweetheart?"

I look down, "Yes."

As Alice walks away with Esme, I hear her thoughts.

'I saw what you were going to tell her, Edward. Stop being so dramatic.'

Groaning, I walk up to Carlisle's office. I'll probably be stopped from talking to him too, but it's worth a try.

Every time I try to talk to them, Alice sees it and gets one of my siblings to stop me on the basis of 'being dramatic.' I'm sick of it. I should be able to talk to my parents if I'm becoming suicidal.

"Carlisle?" I ask, standing outside the office door. "Can I talk to you?"

He opens the office door, and his eyes widen at the sad look on my face. "Of course son," He says, stepping back to let me in. "You can talk to me about anything."

I chuckle grimly, taking a seat in front of his desk. He sits in his chair behind the desk. "I doubt it."

Carlisle raises his eyebrows, "Why not?"

I laugh dryly, "Alice doesn't like me talking about it. Neither do the others."

"Why not?" Carlisle frowns.

"They think I'm being dramatic," I look down at my hands.

"Well what did you want to talk about?" Carlisle smiles at me.