Folktale

Chapter 5

Edward's P.O.V

Confusion. It's all I can say about the last twenty four hours since I've woken up. Confusion. I thought I was dead, trapped in the deepest pits of hell. I could hear her, I could smell her, I knew she was there, but I couldn't see her or touch her. It was exactly what I pictured hell would be. But then, I opened my eyes and she was there, and she was different than I remembered.

Everything around me was different. The way people talked amongst themselves, the way they interacted, the way they dressed and the rooms I was in. I did not take much for me to understand I was deep into the unknown, but I was alive, my heart was beating and I was breathing, and most importantly, she was here was well... only just... she wasn't her. It struck me hard that I could not remember anything when the good doctor came in with the man he referred to as Officer Warner, and began asking me questions about myself and what happened to me.

If only I could remember.

They asked about my family and it came to the point where it all became too overwhelming for me to hear. Not to forget the fact I couldn't force myself to speak or ask about where I was, I was mute. Then they gave me a piece of white paper and a pen, hoping it would be easier to communicate and all I could think of was her. So, I drew her. It was the only way I could think of to get her back in here and it worked, she was here and it was everything I thought it would.

She was nervous to be in the same room as me. Her hair was long, wavy around her heart shaped face and made beautiful contrast with her fair skin. Her eyes were deep pools of brown, so mesmerizing, so incredibly gorgeous. Her lips, full and rosy pink, same tone her skin turned whenever our eyes met. Just like the first time. She tried hard to get me to speak, she asked me about Izzy, which came to a hard limit. I was only able to tell her my name because of how happy it made her to hear my voice, if she only knew how happy it made me to hear her voice. It frighten me to see her go when her father told her so, it was a different world out there, one I did not know about and to have her face it on her own terrified me to my core. But she left, promising to come back.

"Quite a girl, isn't she?" Dr. Cullen said, breaking the heavily silence that fell in the room when the father/daughter duo left. He takes a seat on the bed beside me. "A caring girl with a heart of gold. She'll be back tomorrow, like she promised."

"What about the day after that?"

"Any day you ask," he said with a smile. "Now about the fostering, do not worry. Esme will love to have you home with us for as long as you like to stay."

"Why?" I ask. "Why take in a stranger?"

"Because you're just a young boy and because you've been under my care for about a month, and it breaks my heart to see you alone when Bella or my wife aren't here." He gets comfortable on his spot beside me. "I grew up in the system. My parents were just a pair of young kids that had no idea what to do with a newborn baby, so they gave me up for adoption. I grew up my first years jumping from house to house, meeting potential parents until a loving couple finally took me in at the age of eight. I grew up in a loving home, finished school and became a doctor, but I'll never forget what it was like those first few years of being alone.

"My wife and I have never been able to have children and now a young boy needs us, and we're willing to help in any way we can."

His speech leaves me stunned. Here is this man willing to take in a stranger into him home with  no other intentions, but to help him. It could touch the heart of many and it certainly has touched mine.

"Thank you, sir. You will not regret it."

He smiles. "I don't think I will, Edward. You seem like a good kid." He gets up and pats me on the shoulder. "I'll leave you to rest. If you need anything, don't hesitate to press that button and a nurse will be right in to assist you, okay?"