Fresh Start (a Twilight fan-fiction)

CHAPTER 5:

I groan and roll over in bed, looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 3:00. AM. I grab for my water-bottle, which is empty. No wonder I have to pee so bad. I run my fingers through my hair that has fallen out of the braid. I get up, stretching and open the door into the hallway, walking towards the bathroom. I walk into the huge bathroom, do my business, and take my time washing my hands in the beautiful sink. Looking at my reflection, I groan at my bloodshot eyes. Another nightmare has come and gone. Another repeat of that night in the living room where my life ended. My new one has been created, I try to reason with myself. But you will still never have parents again. The darker part of my mind is arguing. I turn the water to a colder temperature and splash it on my face. I will always have Carlisle and Esme. And the rest of their family. I think firmly before nodding in confirmation and walking out the door, straight into a tall figure.
As they grab my arms with ice cold hands, I scream and punch blindly into the air, hitting something rock hard and letting out another cry, this time in pain. The figure curses under their breath and turns on the hallway light, revealing none other than Edward, shockingly in his clothes still and blood on part of his neck. I point to the blood and let out a frightened whimper. Suddenly Carlisle is there. I shake my head. He wasn't there a millisecond ago. Instantly he feels my hand lightly. When he reaches my wrist I flinch. Carlisle looks at Edward.
"She hit the wall." He insists and I look at the wall behind me in confusion. But Carlisle doesn't argue, just simply says,
"A minor sprain. I have a splint we can put on it for a few days." I nod, still looking at the blood on Edward in bewilderment.
"I'm so sorry Evelyn. It was-" Edward starts.
"An accident." Carlisle finishes and looks at him almost warningly. I look at Edward and jump when I see Esme suddenly there, a hand on Edward's shoulder. I suddenly realize they're all in their clothes still. What the hell is going on?
Carlisle starts leading me down the stairs, an arm around me supportingly and I turn before Edward leaves and say,
"You can call me Eve. And it's okay, I know it was an accident." I smile weakly. Edward nods, his face in a form of relief. I turn back around, letting Carlisle lead me to his hospital type room. My mind spins slightly. I know that I hit Edward's face. Because that was the only thing in the path of my hand. Not the wall behind me.

"There." Carlisle adjusts the splint one more time and applies the ice pack, pressing firmly enough for me to take a breath. I study his handsome features. He hasn't aged a day since I saw him last.
"Carlisle?" I say softly. He looks up at me expectantly.
"Why were you guys all in your clothes at three am?" Carlisle sighs, and avoids my gaze, focusing on my wrist as he presses the ice pack a little bit harder.
"Emmett and Edward went for a late night hunting trip. Me and Esme were waiting for them to get back." He replies. I nod.
"That would explain the blood on Edward." I state and Carlisle nods, smiling slightly. I look down at my wrist, silent.
"What are you thinking about, Eve?" Carlisle says quietly after a couple minutes. I take a breath in. Then out. In. Then out. Already feeling the tears.
"I'm thinking about how things could've turned out so much worse if my parents hadn't put you guys in my will, or if there was no will for whatever reason. Where I could've ended up.." I feel tears flood my eyes and spill over, my vision blurry. Carlisle pulls me against his chest, setting the ice pack on the counter and I feel my tears soak into his dark blue sweater he's wearing.
"Don't think like that. Don't even think about it." He says quietly, stroking my hair gently, which comforts me in the slightest. I sniffle and attempt to control myself from sobbing anymore.
"I'm sorry." I whisper.
"For what?" Carlisle mumbles, pulling back to look at me. I try to breathe calmly.
"Just. I'm always crying. I don't know if it's cause I'm weak, or cause I have no parents. Both are probable theories."
Carlisle suddenly looks at me in determination.
"You may have lost your family, but don't forget, you have us as a family. I know it may not seem like much, but right now, it's all we can give you. I've always loved you like a daughter Eve, and I'm not trying to replace your father, but at least let me be there. If you need to talk or whatever it is, I can always be there. I will always be there. And you are not weak. You are strong. You survived something that not all people can. You can get through this. And I can help you along the way." He stares intently at me, and I hug him tightly, breathing in his usual cologne scent.
"Thank you," I breathe, tears filling my eyes again, but for the first time since my parents died, they were happy tears.