Unforgivable Lacerations

Chapter Fifty-Six

My reflection in the vanity mirror was...different. Firstly, my complexion was even, with a smooth white flush instead of the usual array of blues and reds. My hair was darker, fuller and shiny, my jaw had more defiance, my eyebrows were of equal length, and my eyelashes longer. But the most prominent feature was certainly my eyes as they were a shocking blood red.

However, the reasons for my various emotions weren't as a result from my perfect features but because my scars that held torturous memories and made my confidence drop were...gone. Just smooth skin. The evidence of my time in Forks had disappeared, catching my eye more than my other new features. 

"Woah," I whispered firstly, until I saw my scar-free arms. "Oh my gosh," I still said in awe as I turned both of my bare wrists.

Edward, who hadn't let go of me, smiled and kissed the back of my head as he stood behind me. Jasper was always tense beside me as my emotions changed from shock to emotional. I didn't know why but I had a feeling it was to do with his experience with newborns before.

"You like it?" Alice asked giddily from beside me.

"How could I not? My scars are gone," I said, still looking at my reflection that looked a bit too perfect to be me. But I wasn't complaining as the girl in the mirror looked right next to Edward. I held my place next to his beauty instead of looking like his charity case.

"Mhm, I know," she replied.

"Hunting now? You must be thirsty," Edward commented, and once he did, a dull reminder of the pain flared in my throat.

"Now that you mention it," I choked, placing a hand on my neck. Jasper's eyes thinned as soon as the words left my mouth, followed by Edward's light chuckle.

"Right, let's go before Jasper has an anxiety attack." Edward steered me to the open window that was letting the breeze through. If I were human, I knew that I would have been shivering by now; however, the cold had no effect on me.

"Can't we just use the door?" I asked, earning a laugh from Emmett.

"He's just lazy, Bella," Emmett told me, earning a look from Edward to which I had to laugh at. 

"After you try jumping out of the window, you won't be wanting to use the doors," Edward informed, looking back at me as we held hands. He was closer to the open window while I stood slightly farther away, still wanting to use the door.

Sure, I hadn't ever minded heights and I knew Edward wouldn't bring me to my 'death'...it would take a while before I got used to not ever being injured- but the ground below looked rather vicious to be landing on from this height.

"Are you scared? If so, I can carry y-" Edward started.

"-I'm not scared," I intercepted. Edward raised his eyebrow but being the stubborn girl I was, I didn't give him time to speak as I ran out the window and jumped. My mind obviously went over the thoughts of my landing, knowing that the family was behind me and if I made a mistake I would be mocked- probably by Emmett- for an eternity for being the first klutz vampire.

Concentrating, with my bottom lip caught between my teeth, I focused on my knees as they bent to absorb the impact a second before my feet lightly hit the ground, almost silently, quieter than my own breathing.

Hell yeah!

I looked up to see seven faces already watching me. I smiled sweetly and watched as Edward's grin widened.

"How was that?" I asked, switching my gaze to each face.

"As graceful as a ballerina," Emmett murmured, while I had a horrible image of me in a tutu. I really hated when I went to ballet dance class, the thought brings memories of James to resurface- even though my human memories were clouded as if someone had smeared the screen.