Watching the Sky Turn.pdf

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Title: Watching the Sky Turn

Penname: ineedyoursway and chrometurtle

Characters: Carlisle, EdwardxBella

Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5857698/1/Watching_the_Sky_Turn

Forks Forum

DECEASED

Isabella Swan died January 8, 2009 in Forks. She was seventeen years old.

She was involved in an accident involving cliff diving for sport on the nearby La

Push reservation. With her was Edward Masen (18), who is currently at Forks

General and in critical condition.

Ms. Swan lived with her mother, Renee Swan, in Phoenix, Arizona before moving

to Forks, Washington in 2006 to live with her father, Charlie Swan. Ms. Swan

attended Forks High School, and was set to graduate the following year. A funeral

was held January 12, 2009.

I was sitting at my desk when my one o'clock appointment walked in.

I looked up when the door opened, my hands automatically covering the year-old

newspaper obituary and the letter sent along with it from the boy's mother.

He didn't appear to be paying attention anyway.

I politely stood up from my chair as he entered and closed the door behind him.

He stood in the middle of the office, hands jammed into his pockets, looking

around disinterestedly. His hair was a greasy mess of wild bronze snarls, his skin

pale, his face drawn and exhausted. Heavy bags framed haunted bright green

eyes, rimmed in red. His shoulders were hunched under a black sweater, which

was as wrinkled and unkempt at the rest of his clothes.

"Hello, Edward," I said politely, taking a step around my desk and reaching my

hand out to shake his. "My name is Dr. Cullen. Feel free to call me 'Carlisle.'"

Edward's hand raised slightly, his grip limp and weak on my palm. I was

surprised at how lifeless his fingers felt against my own. I motioned for him to

take a seat on the couch, watching as he moved silently. I remained standing,

leaning against the front of my desk.

"How are you today?" I asked him after a moment, a casual opening question.

I was met with silence. He didn't even look at me.

I nodded - not really surprised with the hostility or apathy that met me - then

folded my arms across my chest and continued to look directly at him. His eyes

were downcast, fixed on his lap, refusing to make contact.

"So," I prodded gently, "can you tell me why you're here?"

The silence was longer and more pointed.

"I see," I said at last.

With a nod and not a word of warning, I strode past him to the door he had just

entered, opened it quickly, and turned to look back at him.

The boy lifted his head stared at me with confusion.

At least I had his attention.

"Well, it was nice meeting you," I said, motioning to the open door. I continued

pleasantly, "I'm afraid you'll still have to pay for this session even though it didn't

last the full hour. Should I just bill you?"

He blinked at me, shocked, and then mumbled a quiet, "Excuse me?"

My smile dropped, letting him know that I was serious. "I'm a psychiatrist,

Edward," I explained to him patiently and without accusation, "I can't do much

with a patient who refuses to speak."

He looked down again, but this time I could see the conflict behind his eyes. I

closed the door with a click and walked back into the room. I took a seat in the

chair across from him, leaning forward and clasping my hands together.

"You obviously don't want to be here," I remarked neutrally, "Will you tell me

why you came?"

Edward shifted uncomfortably, although I wasn't sure if it was a reaction to my

careful gaze or my question.

At last, he sighed, "For my mother."

"And why did she want you to talk to me?" I asked him, thinking of her letter

sitting on my desk.

The boy shrugged noncommittally. "She thinks I'm traumatized."

"From what?"

Edward's eyes snapped up to mine and for the first time since he'd entered the

room, I saw a tiny stirring of emotion.

"Don't pretend like you don't fucking know," he told me. Even though he'd

cursed, his voice wasn't harsh. It was just…resigned. He didn't like being

patronized. I couldn't blame him.

"Fair enough," I nodded in concession. "All right, let me ask you this: do you

think you're traumatized?"

"Probably," Edward shrugged. "Wouldn't you be?"

"What happened to you was horrible," I hedged, not allowing him to answer my

question with a question. Then I led, "I'm sure it's been very emotionally trying."

He rolled his eyes and shrugged again.

"Would you like to talk about it?" I offered.

Another shrug.

Deciding to try a different route, I changed the subject. "I know you were in a

coma for several days after the accident –"

Edward cut me off abruptly, his voice sharp. "How do you know that?"

"The same way I knew what happened to you in the first place," I told him

honestly. "This is a very small town."

His jaw tightened as he nodded.

When he didn't say anything more, I continued, "Would you like to talk about

what that felt like while you were unconscious? What it was like waking up?"

Another shrug.

"Edward," I sighed, leaning back in my chair, "I won't be able to tell your mother

anything if you don't talk to me ."

Edward's dragged his eyes back up to mine.

I was surprised to see a little bit of remorse, although I didn't think it was for me.

"Is there anything you would like to talk about?" I asked, opening the

conversation for him if he wanted it.

He seemed to consider the question for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah," he said firmly. "Yeah, I want to talk about her ."

Edward met Bella on a Wednesday, though technically, it wasn't his first time

meeting her. Technically, he had already known her for six years (at least, that

was as far back as he could remember.) He always thought of her as his dorky

neighbor, awkward and klutzy, tripping over herself wherever she went. To the

extent she embarrassed him, really.

He didn't want to hang out with the girl who still looked like a boy, who was

gangly, who had braces that filled the majority of her mouth. He told me honestly

that he avoided her like the plague. He had his own friends and his own house

and his own parents, and not even the unfortunate event of having Bella Swan

sometimes impede on his life could break that. Of course, that was his sentiment

up until that Wednesday.

She spent a summer in Phoenix, only to return to her father's house the

Wednesday before the school year was to start. Edward wasn't sure what they

put in the water in Phoenix, but it had to be good. She was a completely different

person when she returned, and he wasn't the only one to notice. He didn't feel

shallow for only noticing her once she gained a nice rack. Seriously, he was a

fourteen-year-old boy. What else was there to life? What else was that

monumental? His old neighbor, finally blossoming like a butterfly. He actually

thought of that analogy. He was embarrassed by it. Of course, given the fact that

he was already friends with her before she left for Phoenix, he assumed he had a

shoe in.

He was wrong.

Bella did everything she could to ignore Edward. The major reason was that she

was seriously peeved Edward never gave a rat's ass about her until now. He

didn't care until she was all new and exotic or something like that, at least, that's

what her old schoolmates called her.

Naturally, they all looked new and exotic to her in the same way she did to them.

Their eyes grew wider at her already fading tan, the overly-highlighted brown

hair, the hint of mascara. And then that ended about a week later. She was no

longer new. She was just another pale student with fading hair and smeared

mascara.

When Edward talked to Bella on that Wednesday, he had to admit it couldn't

really be called 'talking.' It was more of an awkward bump in the hallway,

followed by an "excuse me", followed by Edward smelling his jacket to see if her

perfume rubbed off on him.

He didn't really know what it was like to be head-over-heels, smitten, or falling

hard for someone, but all of those phrases seemed to fit with exactly what he was

feeling. He watched her walk away, dissolving into the numerous people in the

hall.

Edward actually talked to her the Wednesday after that.

"Hello." He sat next to her in Biology, but it was more like sitting next to a brick

wall due to her ignorance of his presence. She flinched at his greeting, two weeks

into the semester, perhaps two weeks too late. She did not turn. "I'm Edward

Masen."

And then she laughed. But it wasn't a nice, girly laugh. It was a mean, cackling,

crude, spiteful laugh.

"I know who you are."

"You -" Edward said, but Bella cut him off.

"Edward fucking Masen."

That was the last time Edward talked to Bella for an entire year. Drastic in

hindsight, yes, but his pubescent pride was bruised.

He watched her like a leering pedophile, incessantly peering into her house from

his very own window. He saw her walking around occasionally, but the

occurrences were few and far-between. Eventually he lost himself in the busy

summer, working with his father, playing baseball, telling lies about who he slept

with and their age. When school started the following year it was only more of

the same; the same being Bella completely ignoring Edward and Edward

pretending not to drool like a love-sick puppy when any of his friends were

watching.

And then, something unexpected happened.

Bella talked to Edward on a Wednesday.

"Edward? My dad wanted to know if your family could come over for dinner

tonight. Some neighborhood bonding thing the police station is setting up." She

was very blasé about the matter. The lace trim on the edge of her skirt barely

brushed her naked thighs. His mouth was dry due to the unexpected

confrontation, and he struggled with both sweaty palms and eloquence.

"Yeah, I mean, yeah. Sounds great, yeah." He internally berated himself for

saying 'yeah' three times in one answer.

That night, as he stared at himself in the mirror, he tried to plan out how the

night would go. In his plans, he would dazzle Bella with his overly-complimented-

upon smile, and she would instantly melt into his waiting arms. And then they

would go up to her room and she would show him around, but it wouldn't last for

too long because she'd be worried he was getting bored.

He would lock the door, and she would pout at him with plump lips and sultry

eyes, seducing him in a way that he'd only seen in bad porn on his computer. His

parents and her father would stay safely tucked away downstairs and he'd finally

press his lips to hers, cop a feel, perhaps got her shirt off (only if his swagger

permitted, of course.) And then, finally, she would admit her undying love to him,

and he would reciprocate with the utmost affection.

Unfortunately, things didn't exactly happen that way.

There were at least twenty other people at the Swan residence. He couldn't even

find her; notwithstanding share a romantic moment where she swooned under his

very worthy smile.

He eventually saw her when the night was winding down, and her eyes were

tired, glassy, and blank. She sat against the far wall, alone, playing with the

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