She was only a legend {1} SLOWLY REWRITING

Chapter Five

I sighed as I sat on my bed comfortably, my homework set out quite messily in front of me. I had no intention of finishing it tonight I just wanted to make myself feel better and say I did something about it, even if it was something small.

The fairy lights strung around the room were the only thing to stop me from being swallowed by the darkness, though shadows still lurked and one had my full attention.

"You can come out now," I spoke into the dark corner of my room. The shadow moved and out walked Carlisle Cullen, this time dressed in casual clothing instead of his doctor get-up. I raised an eyebrow, "Why are you standing in the darkness like a creep?"

The man before me sighs, turning his eyes towards the ground, "Esme. She wants to see you." He told me.

I stood from the bed, feeling a little aggravated, "Why did you tell her I was here?" I crossed my arms.

"How could I not? She misses you." He tries to keep things calm, "And you can't keep ignoring those kids forever when you know there is a connection."

This silences me for a moment, I didn't want to talk about that. I avert my eyes, "It's good to see you again."

Carlisle looked at me with a disappointed stare, "Don't go changing the subject on me, Violet, not now."

"You know I can't get close to them, Carlisle," I sigh heavily, "You of all people should know. Not after..." I trailed off, I couldn't even think about what happened. I lost her, I lost everything. I didn't think I would ever have it in me to love again in any sort of way and I still don't. Although I couldn't deny Carlisle and Esme were there for me, as well as a select few, and they did everything they could to make me feel safe and comfortable but all I have done is push them away. This is why I can't have nice things.

"That was in the past, why bring that up now?" He asked with concern written on his face and in his voice. He was always so caring and kind, sometimes I couldn't stand it.

I wrapped my arms around my waist and hugged myself tightly, "Because I still see everything so vividly. It haunts me every day."

His expression softened, "Are you getting your visions again?"

I huffed, fatigue now racking my bones. Who knew an immortal being could feel so exhausted? Well, I did.

I sat down, not trusting my legs to keep me up and stable anymore, how could I when I could never trust myself?

"Yes, and it's so hard to control them. My mind will never be free." My response came out breathlessly, feeling as though I would burst into tears at any given moment. Oh, how I would love to weep my emotions away.

Carlisle gave me a look of understanding and took a seat next to me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. His touch made me remember something. How much of a brother he had been to me. How he helped me through all my bad times and was with me for my good. That is what families were supposed to do. I guess it has been so long that I have forgotten anything like that. And yes, my current family were very caring but they didn't know, they lived with a stranger and I hated myself for it.

"We can help you." He tells me softly.

"How?" I ask desperately, my voice breaking and my eyes drooping.