Fresh Start (a Twilight fan-fiction)

CHAPTER 1:

I walk the silent halls, interrupting the quiet with the thud of my shoes hitting the unnaturally shiny floor. All the white walls bear down on me. With every inch closer to the room, my heart thuds and my palms become sweaty. A resistance settles upon me, causing my throat to become dry. I turn down a hall into a different ward where families walk about, crying or smiling or both. I feel like I'm the black sheep of the bunch. I'm doing neither. I stop outside the wooden door, and look at it. A name plate is screwed to the wall beside it. Yeah, like someone's gonna steal a nameplate. The words blur as my focus evaporates. The name is memorized, I don't need a name plate to distinguish who rests in this room, too weak to even stay conscious for longer than five minutes.

I take a deep breath, and raise my shaky fist to knock. I pause. No, not yet. I slide down to the floor, my back against the wall and my head drooped to my knees that are pulled to my chest. I hear my heart beat. Thump. Thump. Thump. I wonder if her heart beat is the same as mine. I also wonder . . . Was today the day? Is her heartbeat now nonexistent? Had her last shred of life been spent staring at these brightly white colored walls that hold no source of sympathy? Or did she sleep through it? Is she in a better, pain-free place now? I bite my lip until it hurts. I'm too empty to cry. I get up shakily and leave the hospital, walking towards the bus stop to catch a ride to school, not caring that I am already a half hour late. Death tends to put other's lives on hold.

My last shred of hope was torn apart. My mother passed away the day after my quick visit. My dad had passed not long before. Their injuries were too severe. Driving under influence was what the report had said . The problem is, why would my parents drive intoxicated? The most I had seen my mom or dad drink was a glass of red wine at dinner. The thought haunted my conscience, my being.

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I hug my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth slowly in the chair of the social workers office. Carlisle hasn't visited for about twelve years since they moved to a small town bearing the name Forks. The only reason he's coming is because my parent's will left me in the care of him and his family of seven. Soon to be eight, I think guiltily.

I hear the strict social worker walk down the hall towards the room I'm in so I put my feet down and straighten up. As she walks in I take in Carlisle's ageless face, his blond hair neatly combed and a sympathizing emotion on his face. Before I know it I'm standing up shakily. He looks me in the eye and holds out his arms slowly. I scrunch up my face as pain overtakes everything and tears start streaming down my face at a rapid pace. I step into his arms and he hugs me tightly, resting his chin on top of my head.

"It's going to be okay, you're going to be fine." He says quietly into my hair as the cold-blooded social worker watches us emotionlessly. I bury my face in Carlisle's shoulder and breathe in his lightly sprayed expensive cologne. I haven't seen him since I was five but I still remember that scent somehow, and it comforts me. I take a deep breath and mumble back,

"I sure hope so."

SOOO.. Is it good? Yay or nay? :D this idea just kinda came to me, I was always upset the Cullen's never got to take Bree Tanner in in the third movie/book, Eclipse. :( well comment, vote, and follow!!! Tell me what you think!!