What's Wrong With Me? (A Twilight Fanfic)

Chapter Three: My Family is Keeping a Secret...But So Am I

Chapter Three: My Family is Keeping a Secret...But So Am I

Elle’s Point Of View

Alice fell asleep right after I talked to her. That didn’t surprise me. She had looked tired. I’m glad I could get her to sleep. She looked so sad that she couldn’t. I had a feeling, it didn’t feel like it was my felling, but it was a feeling she was devastated she couldn’t sleep. Like she wished she could sleep. It was me I know it was. I made her sleep. How Though? How did I know it was me? How did I do it?

All these questions were running through my mind. There was another thing that was bugging me. I felt like if I wanted privacy I needed to protect myself. Not physically, but mentally. I imagined a black top hat. It made me feel better. Protected. I had put it on, mentally of course, when I saw the Cullen’s. I just felt the need. I felt satisfied. I also felt tired. Really tired. Maybe I should take a very quick nap.

I was awoken by a groan. It came from right beside me . I looked over to see Alice waking up. “Hey Alice how was your sleep?” I asked her politely. “What sleep? Oh yeah, it was great. Felt like I hadn’t slept for a hundred years.” I chuckled, but it felt like there was a hidden meaning. They had a secret, I knew that much. I didn’t want to know it, yet I did. I know how people feel when they have a secret nor meant to be shared.

Then there was the curiosity that was killing me. I know what this feels like because I have a secret of my own. My secret is that I- “Hey Elle you okay?” Alice asks me. “Yeah. I must have zoned out.” I say with a frown. “Oh okay.” Alice said convinced.

I never knew I could lie easily. It wasn’t really a lie but still. I did zone out so it was true. That’s right I’m always right. Who are you? I’m your conscience Lucifer. My conscience is named after the devil? Yeah you got a problem with that? No, but are you evil? No, yes, well sometimes. Okay I’ve finally lost it. Yes, yes we have. Great, just great. You agree. Well duh. If you think something it comes from me too. True.

“We’re here.” I heard Carlisle announce. “Elle honey, are you excited for a new home?” I just shrugged. I didn’t want to get attached. But that is what drove them away last time. “I have barely seen it yet Esme. I can’t judge yet.” I said rather politely. “Oh, you can call me mom, sweety. Your to polite you can relax around us.” I smiled even though the other side of me said no you can’t. There is a list of things I don’t like about the Cullen’s: They smell sickly sweet, make me feel uncomfortable, and are hiding something.

I am too, but their sent burns my nose. I’m trying not to whimper from it. We got off the plane and out of the airport. I was happy because I was tired and wanted to sleep. We walked towards three cars. A silver Volvo, a red convertible, and a black Mercedes. I went in the Mercedes with Esme and Carlisle. I felt safe with Esme. She had a motherly aura that rolled of her. I got in the backseat while Carlisle put my suitcases in the trunk. “The drive won’t take long.” Carlisle told me after he gracefully slid in the drives seat.

I nodded my head in acknowledgment. I lay my head against the window. I was always hot. It came with my secret. Well I assume it does. I shy away from people touching me for risking my secret coming out. I wonder if there is anyone out there like me. I hope. My secret. It’s insane. The secret that I- “Elle this is your new home.” Home. A secure place. A safe haven. Not just a house but a place that I will stay for a long time. Well longer than one year. I look at the house it’s self. It’s really beautiful. “It’s really nice and big.” I answered truthfully.

I like the house a lot. I think I fell in love with it. Just like the Camaro. My beautiful, beautiful Camaro. Which I will get. I don’t care how long it takes. I’m in love with.....my soon to be Camaro. And this house. “Elle do yo want to see the inside?” I got asked by an, as long as I’ve known her, as always excited Alice. I looked around at the other faces and saw everyone was smiling at me. Well everyone except one. Which one you ask? Well guess. Of course it was Rosalie. Rosalie didn’t like me for some reason. I didn’t want to know either.