The Art Of Imprinting

Chapter 12

When I woke up, I found that I was alone. My mood immediately dropped. 

I went almost died and I wake up to find no one even stayed with me?! 

I shifted in my bed, trying to sit up. Keyword, trying. As soon as I even moved the tinyest bit, a pain shot up my arm and down my back. I let out a cry and stopped moving. My arm was in a cast, not a sling. It was completely straight. I couldn't even move it!

Wait, If I couldn't move it then why does it hurt still? I groaned when the pain didn't immediately go away. Paul came barging through the door, with everyone trailing behind him. 

"I heard you cry out, are you alright?" Paul asked, standing beside my bed, looking my body over. "Do you need some more painkillers?" He asked. I looked at him, seeing dark circles under his eyes. His hair was messy and looks like he hasn't brushed it all day. His clothes had stains and he kinda had some bad B.O. 

I heard Edward snort out a laugh. Everyone looked over to him. "My arm hurts. So does my back." I looked at everyone else, for the first time. Esme, Alice, and Jasper looked worried. Carlisle was writing down something on his clipboard, messing with the IV next to my bed. There wasn't a sign on My mom and dad anywhere. Edward was looking at me sympathetically. 

Something bad happened, I just know it. "What's going on?" I asked, looking to see expressions. 

"Nothing as of the moment, how do you feel?" Alice redirected the convorsation away. I frowned at her. 

"I already told you, my back and arm hurt, but I can't move my arm at all. And not because it's in a caste. Where is my mom and dad?" They didn't miss the hurt in my eyes and I looked at each and every one of them. Their expressions changed from worry to sympathetic. 

"Tell me the truth! Paul!" I glared at him. Immediately he blurted out, "The cullens are leaving Forks and your going to go to your distant Aunts house in Italy!" Paul started to shake and walk around the room, trying to control his temper. 

I felt betrayed. They didn't want me. 

My stomach felt like it was on fire, as I stared at the ceiling, tears coming to my eyes.

They didn't want me. No one does. I felt sick. I felt hurt. I felt like I should have died in the wreck when my mother died. 

"Let us explain!" Alice came over to me, holding my hands with her ice cold ones. I jerked my hand from hers. 

"Don't touch me!" I yelled. "Leave! I don't ever want to see you! Any of you! Go!" I was angry now. 

"Are you deaf?! LEAVE!" I pointed to the door with my right hand, accidentaly jerking the IV out of my arm. It hurt only for a couple of seconds before the adrenaline covered it up. 

When Carlisle tryed to come over to put it back in, I pushed him away, screaming. 

"Don't touch me! I don't want you to be my doctor!" I screamed, my lungs contricting. 

"Lillian, stop. Your having an asthma attack!" He yelled. As soon as he yelled that, I realised that I was indeed having an asthma attack. Everyone had left, except Paul and Carlisle. 

I couldn't calm down though. Wait, I'm moving to Italy... What about Paul? 

That's when I started to choke, not being able to breath at all. 

My arm immediately went to my throat, clawing at it, leaving scratches all over my neck. 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and the next thing I heard before I passed out was, "Paul, lay beside her, it will calm her down." 

And he did. 

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Hey, guys! I know, I know. This is really short. 

BUTT, as I have said before, they are going to be short but I am going to update more often. 

I am not trying to make excuses or anything but I try to write this when I have free time. 

I'm a teenager. I have high school, and work. Plus I need some downtime with my Broski's. 

And As soon as I got him, and situated, I wrote this chapter. 

Now, I'm off to bed only to wake up tomorrow at 7 for a 12 hour shift, YAY! :'(

Thanks for reading!! <3 

Eye <3 U Guise.