Storming Sky

GOODBYE

Jasper's one focus was Bella, which was clear. As soon as Edward made a move, Jasper followed, trying to get through a hole. I, however, was collateral damage to that hole, simply because I was in the wrong space at the wrong time.

You see, when Bella got a paper cut, I had already moved to go grab a band aid. I moved right into Jasper's quickest path between him and Bella. The hunter and the prey. I had forgotten that while Jasper was used to my blood by now, he was certainly not used to Bella's. It was my mistake.

I don't really know what happened next, because I heard Edward push Bella back onto a table, but at the same time that happened, Jasper charged right into me, sending my body flying into the wall. I hit my head, and I blacked out.

I used to have nightmares when I first moved in with the Cullens. At first, the only one who I would respond to was Dad. He was the one who saved me, and I associated him with safety. He was the only one I would want when I woke up.

The nightmares always worked the same. I saw the fight between my parents, my mom packed me up, we drove off, and then we crashed. That wasn't the scary part. That was the reality.

The scary part was the screaming. The red eyes that I saw in the distance, and then get closer and closer. My mom telling me to get up and run, but me not being able to move. Then, I look up, and the red eyes are my father. The one who hurt us. He's killing her, and there's nothing I can do about it. Then, he comes for me. The nightmare stops right before he tries to kill me too.

At the time, I didn't know that there was some truth to that. I was five, and it was scary. Dad was always the one who could wake me up, until one day, he had to go back on a night shift. I was screaming, and he wasn't there.

Jasper was the one who woke me up that first night. He was the one who held me until I calmed down, and he replaced the scary feelings with comfortable ones. Instead of Dad, he was the one who I started to associate with safety.

Throughout the years, Jasper became my protector. If I was scared, I went to him. If someone or something hurt me, I went to him. He was the one who got rid of all the monsters in my bedroom when I was seven. He was the one who killed the bees that snuck into my bedroom. He was the one that saved me from my nightmares.

So I was shocked when I woke up in the hospital for the first time, and felt afraid to see my brother. He was standing there, and then when he felt my fear, he ran away. No one else was in the room, so I was alone again. I fell back asleep.

When I woke up the second time, Dad, Mom, and Edward were there. Dad was checking my chart and Mom was holding my hand.

"It's okay, you're safe," Edward said suddenly, causing my mom to tighten her grip on my hand and start running her fingers through my hair.

"Bella?" I asked, suddenly remembering the situation I was in.

"She's fine," Edward said.

"How are you feeling?" Dad asked.

"Not good, everything hurts," I complained, finally taking it all in.

"Do you know where you are?" He asked.

"The hospital," I answered.

"What's your name?"

"Danielle Cullen."

"When's your birthday?"

"May 21."

"That's good," he said.

"What's the damage?" I asked them.

"You hit your head hard, that's why you blacked out. You've been out for a few days. You have a concussion, and your shoulder got dislocated. A few other bumps and bruises, but that was the major damage," Mom said. That would explain the all over pain, and the pounding in my head. The lights didn't help.