Evenlyn's Story: The Cullen Years (Watty '11 3rd place)

Chapter 22, Pain

Hi guys! Sorry for the short chapter!

Chapter 22, Pain

Over the next couple of days I had to live with constant agony, knowing that I'd have to leave my family soon. I had some dreams, in which they made painfully clear that I couldn't tell anyone about these dreams. It hurt. I woke up and felt nauseous. I nearly threw up and got dressed. Black. It symbolized depression, the state of mind. I felt Carlisle and Esme's eyes on me the whole morning. I went to school, but couldn't pay attention on what the teachers were saying. At lunch I didn't eat, just like my family. They did frown but said nothing. We chatted about baseball, teachers and gossip. On our way back home I drove with Alice, who was watching me in the rear view mirror. Did she have a clue about what was going on? Did she and Edward figure it out? I hoped not... Once home I slung my bag over my shoulders and went to my room. I grabbed a notebook. I should be doing homework, but instead I'd have to write my final letters to my family. There was a knock on the door. I looked up as Edward came in.

"Hello." He greeted and sat down on my bed.

"Uhm, hi?" I said back.

"Look, I know that there's something you're hiding from me, I just don't know what." He spoke.

"It's nothing.."

"Alice is worried too, she always could not see your future, but now she can't see anything, not even a blur. She's confused." He said, knowing that he could only get to me through Alice. A pained expression crossed my face. "Tell me, Evenlyn, let us help you with whatever it is that is troubling you," He spoke gently. A million thoughts rushed through my mind at light speed.

"I.. can't." I said. His golden eyes met mine and I cowered away. He was not using that trick on me. It might work on Bella and Ness but not on me.

"Trust me." He said.

"I know I can trust you, but this is something that's out of our hands." I hissed. He shook his head.

"Ok, then, if there's anything you need-"

"I'll come to you, or Carlisle, I know.. Thanks." I finished his sentence for him. He smirked.

"Okay." I nodded. He was gone in a flash, the door closed again. I turned to the note block again. I picked up the pen, not knowing how I could explain what I'd be doing. I tried a letter but crumpled it up and threw it at the trashcan. I grunted in frustration. How could I explain? Was there even a way? Yes. But I owed them a letter. All of them. I let their faces fill my mind, except for Ali- I cut off the thought. She'd see where I'd be going if I thought of her. It hurt me that I couldn't think of her. So the first letter of emotion that I poured out was for her:

Dear Alice, dear, dear Alice,

I don't know what to write you.. I'm sorry? Or I'm so sorry I can barely breathe? I can't express how sorry I am. You might even see from Edward where I'm heading, but for now I can't tell you, though I wish I could. Alice, you know what I pity most is that I can't think of you. I know, or think I know, how my so called mind-block works. So, instead, I draw pictures of you and keep them with me until it is safe for you to see me again. Meanwhile, don't seek my future, you don't have to see me in my current state. I trust you.

While I'm gone enjoy yourself: don't be afraid to go to Paris for Fashion Week, go to a club with Jasper, throw the big party you wanted to host. I'll do my best to be back soon again, though I can't promise.

You are the best sister a girl could wish for,

I love you,

Evenlyn