“I got in a car crash that killed my parents. Okay? You happy now?” I blurted out in a huff. They fell silent. I stood in the doorway with my arms crossed and demanded to know who had told them about my scars.
Some of the kids got nervous faces. I hmf-ed when nobody answered and ran back upstairs. I tripped on one of the last steps and fell with a sharp intake of breath, only to land flat on my stomach causing the intense pain to flare. I rolled onto my back and saw Carlisle kneeling down next to me asking what had happened.
“Nothing. I ran up the stairs and fell.” I replied, still irritated by his kids’ behavior.
Carlisle had a look of doubt on his face so I had to tell him I landed on my stomach and it triggered the pair in the stupid scars. He stood up and put out a hand to help me up but I just shook my head. Still gasping slightly from the pain I sat up and rested my head against the wall. My vision spun slightly before settling back in its proper place.
I heard feet padding up the stairs and Esme appeared next to Carlisle. She gasped in surprise.
“Oh dear! What happened?” she asked Carlisle, worry evident in her voice. A wave of calm swept through the room leaving me almost relaxed except for the dull throb in my stomach. I heard Carlisle quietly explaining to her while I stood up and walked towards the door to my room.
Rosalie quickly stepped in front of me saying,
“No you don’t, Carlisle wants to look you over and make sure nothings seriously wrong. Your coming to his office.” I huffed my annoyance but followed her. Somehow she seemed as if she would make me go even if I didn’t want to.
In Carlisle’s office I sat in a chair and hugged my knees to my chest. There were several bookcases, and one wall was covered in paintings that looked antique. Carlisle walked in, startling me out of my examination of the room. He had concern in his eyes when he asked my if I was sure I was okay. I knew I was fine. The random pain flashes had been happening for months and I was always fine.
“I’m fine Carlisle. Really, I am. I’ve been getting the stupid pain flashes for a few months. I'm always fine. They just hurt a lot.” He still looked concerned.
“Have you ever been mistreated or abused or anything of that nature…?” he asked cautiously.
“Ugh, god no! Why the hell would you think that?” I asked back, appalled at him for thinking such I thing.
“Well, you seem to get the pain flashes with physical exertion, it’s very unusual for scars to do that.” He told me nervously and somehow still calmly.
“If you don’t believe its scars look for yourself!” I said while placing my feet back on the floor and pulling the hem of my shirt up until my whole stomach was visible.
The shock on his face was startling when he saw the random criss cross of deep gashes and scratches against my pale skin.
“Well, I’m sorry for doubting you,” he said, still shaken.
Later on, while I was in my room again, I thought maybe I should have gone to live with my aunt after all. I felt another weird wave of calm drowning my dread and insecurities. It was so weird how that happens. It never happened before I came here. I drifted into a restless sleep thankful the next day was a Saturday.
I was startled awake from Emmett’s booming laughter soaking easily through the pillow over my head. I grumbled a bit and sat up thinking why can’t somebody get some sleep around here? Emmett was standing in my doorway still chuckling.
“What’s so funny?” I groggily asked him.
“You sleep talk!” He managed to burst out before another fit of laughter. I Quickly slammed the door in his face and found a T-shirt and jeans to pull on. When I was somewhat presentable I opened the door, ready to tell Emmett off but he was already gone. I muttered a few curses at him under my breath as I carefully walked down the stairs. I plopped onto a stool at the counter and had to gasp from the pain again. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands into fists at my sides while it passed. When I could breathe again, Carlisle was in front of me.
“Are you sure it’s nothing?” He asked, obviously still worried.
“Yupp,” I said semi cheerfully, then somewhat sullenly I added, “It doesn’t usually happen so much though…” Another wave of calm swept around me. I was getting sick of them. I mean sure they helped, but they were so irritating!
Carlisle still had a worried look on his face.
“What?” I asked him. He just shook his head and walked to the fridge pulling out milk.
“Would you like something for breakfast?” He asked all normal and calm again.
“Sure. What do you guys have?” I was curious. They were all so thin. It didn’t seem like they ate much. Except for that one guy, Emmett. Carlisle told me if I could find anything I wanted I could have it.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Shit I was late!
“Ah, crap.” I muttered. “I’ll be back later.” I said louder. And ran out the door. I was jogging down their super long driveway when a shiny Volvo pulled up next to me.
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Behind Blue EyesFanfiction
Noelle moves in with the Cullens after her parents are killed in a car crash. She looks just like Bella and struggles to fit in with them. And i know this isn't very good, but no hating please! i wrote it years ago and found it on my computer the ot...