FRANKENSTEIN • Aro Volturi ✔

[into the jungle.]

FRANKENSTEIN
04 | Into the Jungle.

Frankie's View

Inexcusable, too bad to be justified or tolerated. That was the description of my actions two weeks ago.

Guilt, culpable of or responsible for a specified wrongdoing. That was the description of my emotions as of late.

Two weeks ago I had woken up almost seventeen hours after I had sent Carlisle flying into the woods. The Cullen's soon explained I had misunderstood, causing me to feel absolutely disgusted with myself.

Every single one of them told me it wasn't my fault, and it was just miscommunication. None of their attempts at reassuring me helped though. I had apologized to Carlisle multiple times and even went as far as to tell him to 'send me back to the facility, as I was nothing but trouble'.

After I said that Carlisle lectured me for over an hour on how I was part of the family, and how they all loved me too much to ever send me back without a plausible reason. Those comments sure did lift my spirits up big time, though I was still feeling guilty.

This brings me to where I am now, my room in the Cullen's household. In my mind it was simply a 'guest room', but Carlisle always told me that this was my room. Currently, I was hanging upside down on the edge of the bed reading 'Frankenstein' for the third time.

I was correct in assuming that I'd enjoy the book, as I barely parted with it. I took it everywhere with me from SHARE'S facility to just a casual trip at Costco.

"I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." I read the line silently to myself.

That line, in particular, called out to me. In my opinion, the quote summed me up pretty well, for I had both love and rage in my heart. The two battle for control at every moment of the day. Love was generally the winning side; however, there were some moments that rage would gain the upper hand.

Take me tossing Carlisle in the woods for example, in that moment rage had won. A sigh escaped my lips as a thought about that forsaken moment once more. I closed the book and traced the cover lightly with my fingers sitting up on my bed.

A knock sounded at the door causing me to flick my eyes to it. A moment later Bella walked in with a small smile. Her hands rested in the pockets of her jeans and she awkwardly bounced on the balls of her feet.

"We're having a family meeting downstairs." Bella nodded her head directing me to follow her as she left the room. I threw Frankenstein on my bed and raced after Bella, my pajama pants swaying.

As we descended down the stairs my eyes caught sight of both the Cullen's and Quileute's sitting around the large living room space. I was slightly confused as to why the Quileute's were joining the family meeting as well. I shrugged it off, as it was most definitely not my place to be questioning who was and wasn't allowed at a family meeting. I was lucky that they allowed myself to join.

The entire group of people was silent as they watched me. All their gazes stuck to my body not leaving once, to be honest, it was slightly nerve-racking. Rosalie patted the space next to where she was sitting, a small smile adorning her features.