"Paul, go home and shower! You've been here constantly! Are you even eating right?" I groaned as he asked me if I needed anything for the hundreth time.
"I am eating and I'm not leaving you here alone. I've got to spend as much time as I can with you. Sam said I didn't have to patrol until you leave." I looked at the wall, flinching.
Only one more week in this hospital bed.
I remember when I was happy. When I was with my mother. My real mother. I was just a little toddler but I was happy. When that accident happened, I was torn. I didn't ever think I would be happy. Then the cullens came and I was happy to have a family again, even though they weren't normal. But I wasn't normal either.
If it hadn't have been for Saphire I would still be with them. I would still have a family. After Bella got cut, everyone went crazy in bloodlust. If it wasn't for Saphire, I would be with the Cullens and wouldn't be here in this hospital.
Unfortunately, she ruined everything.
She just barely pushed me but it was enough to send me flying into a wall. I only hope that I can walk soon. I know it won't be for a couple of months but It's something. When Saphire sent me flying, it broke my arm and nearly broke my back.
I was healing fast though. That's the good news. The bad news is that the Cullens don't want anything to do with me or Bella. They left. Emmett, Rosalie, and Saphire went back to Alaska. Edward went off on his own.
Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, and Esme all left. I don't know where they went but I tried not to think about it like I am doing right now.
My life has basically gone down the drain.
I'm being shipped off in another week to my Aunts house in Volterra, Italy. She's coming to meet me either tomorrow or the next day. I think they said tomorrow, but my memmory is slipping.
I think this "accident" has made me normal. I can't see ghosts even if I tried. I'm even in the hospital, where spirits are constantly wandering about.
Since I am being forcefully moved to My Aunt's house, I have to leave Paul.
Wow, my life is crap.
'Lets list this.' I thought.
'1. No family.
2. No more Paul.
3. No more ghosts.
4. Memmory loss.
Check, check, check, and check.' I rolled my eyes, looking back at Paul that had been calling my name.
'what did he want again?'
"Are you alright?" He asked, looking at me with a worried expression. "Yes." I aswered him.
"Paul, when is my Aunt coming?" I asked him. He frowned. "Tomorrow, Lillypad. I've told you at least five times this morning. Are you sure your alright?" He asked, touching my face. I looked into his chocolate brown eyes and smiled. "Promise."
Just then, Jacob, Quil, Embry, Seth, Jared, Sam, and Leah came into the room. I smiled at all of them. It's the first time I've seen them in a while.
Paul got closer and I got a wiff of his stench.
"Paul, go home and rest, alright. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here." I looked up at him. "Sam, tell Paul to rest. I'm safe."
Sam chuckled when Paul growled.
"Paul, go shower and let your mother know that your still alive. That's an order." Sam said in a stern voice. I saw Paul shudder, trying to fight it. I touched his arm and tell him in a soft whisper, "go."

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The Art Of Imprinting
Roman d'amourAt a very young age of Seven, Lillian Elizabeth Smith was in a terrible accident that killed her mother and nearly killed her. Carlisle was a good friend of her mother before she died and decided to take Lillian into his own care... or Rosalie and E...