Shards of Sunset (Twilight Fan-Fiction book 2)

Chapter 4 The night before life goes on

Chapter 4 The night before life goes on

Lucas's POV

The sleet punds against the side of the Cullens' home, and I cry silently. I cry for the loss of my family, the disappearance of my brother, the feeling of abandonment from Emmett leaving, and the whole situation where a psycho vampire wants me dead. My life was almost perfect. I had everything except true love and now it's like I have true love and nothing else to show for almost seventeen years of life. My birthday will be in three days, and I'll have nothing happy to show for.

My life has changed so drastically in the last two months that if I try to go back to memories before Emmett, I feel like I'm reading some bizarre parallel universe fiction work of art. It doesn't seem like that could've ever been my life. Life without Emmett seems so distant, and fake that I can't bring myself to the present because the feeling of solitude will peirce me, and I'll be left with nothing but sadness. I'm completely dependant on Emmett, but I know there's a chance that he'll die while hunting Rosalie.

I sit up in the bed that I've been given. They offered to let me sleep in Emmett's room, but I can't sleep in there without him. It would feel like going to my father's house and living there all by myself. None of this feels like it can be real. I feel as though I'll wake up at any turn of events, and my life will be exactly as it was before that one fateful day. That day so long ago, when he looked into my eyes for the first time. The day he asked me to lunch with his family, but most of all the day he first spoke to me.

My feet find their way to the cool hardwood floor, and stand up off of the bed. The Cullens don't eat, so everything in the refridgerator is for us. At first I was really shy about eating the food they bought for us, but now it's like why waste their money? I walk down the stairs and into the dimly lit kitchen. They always leave a small nightlight on for us incase we need something to drink or eat, when everyone is in bed. I quietly open the door, and peer inside for what I'm looking for.

I pull the jug out and pour a small glass of frigidly cold milk. I stand by the kitchen sink, and tip the contents back to ease the small amount of heart burn from the wonderful meal Esme made just a few hours ago. They're all so good to me, and I know I'm putting them all in danger by being here. How am I supposed to feel about that? I finish the glass of milk, and wash it quickly. I'm beginning to feel a bit cols, so I hurry back to my warm soft bed. I need to sleep some more.

On my way back up the stairs I see Renesmee laying on her bed with her eyes open in the moonlit room. I smile at her, but she doesn't agknowledge me. She's been so happy since Bella came back, but for some reason she seems really withdrawn and even sad. I hurry back up the carpeted stairs, and slip into my bed greatfully. The warmth instantly makes me sleepy once more, so it's only a few minutes before my eyes begin to ease shut. Within ten minutes, I'm asleep.

I'm standing on a small hill. There are three wooden crosses in a single row on the top of the grassy slope. I look around, and see Renesmee crying on her knees. Rosalie is pointing at me, whispering something, but I can't make out what she could possibly be saying, so I look back at the crosses. As if on cue three images float above them, and I see why Nessie would be crying. Edward, Bella, and Esme are the bodies buried beneath the earth. They are dead because of Rosalie.

Rosalie killed them because of me, so it's technically my fault. I can't let this happen to the people who have done so much for me. I need to do something to preserve their lives. I'm the problem. If I weren't here, then Rosalie would be perfectly content with leaving them to their daily lives. It's all my fault. She only killed my family because I was dating Emmett, so all the blood that's shed will be on my hands. Can I go the rest of my life with innocent peoples' lives on my hands?