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Note: The summary has been changed. I thought it was A) too short, B) too revealing, and C) not descriptive enough. So here I have a better summary that reveals less, yet describes more. The last one sort of gave it away, and people didn't want to read it because they knew exactly what the story was about. So now I changed it, and here it is. She leaves him for another. He's forced to start over in a new town, at a new school. He's positive he can never love again. She loses her mother in a terrible homicide. She's forced to pick up the peices and try to live again. She's positive that the hole in her heart will never be filled. When the two heartbroken pessimists meet, they notice that the other is strangely detatched, and horribly sad. Neither can figure our what made the other so bitter, until they open up. After all they have been through, can they learn to trust again? Can they learn to start over? Can they learn to forget those that hurt them? Most importantly, can they learn to love again? Chapter One has been rewritten. The story line is completely different, yet somewhat the same.


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10. Chapter 9: Sister

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FOUR MONTHS LATER

EDWARD

In the backyard, I sat in a chair on the porch as Ravyn laid sprawled out in the grass, staring up at the clouds. It was a sunny day, so I stayed in the shade as usual. She seemed to be enjoying one of the few sunny days, though.

“Edward?” She asked quietly.

“Hm?” I was enjoying the day as well, though I couldn’t go out into the sun.

“Do you think that cloud looks like a giraffe?” She asked, pointing. I followed her finger to a large cloud that hovered above a tree.

“It looks more like a bear to me – but it might just be my perspective.”

“Yeah maybe…if you turn your head a little it does.”

It was good to see her like this after what happened with her brother. She’d been quiet for days, not speaking, barely even eating. I was scared she wouldn’t pull through. But after a while she seemed to open up.

It was like having a third sister. And in a way – I did. Carlisle and Esme had legally adopted her after her father went missing. They couldn’t find him at all, so they’d posted flyers and stopped searching. Good riddance.

She got along with both Rosalie and Alice extremely well, and she even agreed to go shopping with them. She let them give her make-overs and buy her clothes and paint her nails. They talked and laughed and fought over stupid things like celebrity crushes and CDs and things like that.

She and Emmett played video games frequently, and fought over high scores and who got the good controller. She was better than him at Guitar Hero, and when he’d lose she would laugh, and he would storm out of the room and pout.

Jasper usually kept his distance, but they got along well.

Esme treated her like a daughter, and Carlisle did the same. She was studying to become a doctor, so sometimes they would talk about medical things like procedures and techniques.

Alice always teased me about how closely I watched her. I was like a big brother to her, and she was like my little sister. I’d watch her to make sure she didn’t get hurt, and walk her to her classes in school. At home we were always together, even if we weren’t doing something. If she was playing video games with Emmett, I would sit in the same room and read a book. If she was outside, like today, I would sit on the porch and watch her.

Rain began pounding against the overhang above me. I looked up suddenly, and Ravyn was still lying on the ground. I stood up and realized she was asleep. How she could sleep though this rain was beyond me.

I rushed over and lifted her off the wet ground. She was already soaking wet. How long had it been raining? I rushed inside the house, shutting the door behind me. Suddenly she woke up.

“Did I fall asleep?” She murmured, rubbing her eyes.

“You did. And it started raining.”

“Oh! That’s why I’m all wet. It makes sense now.”

I laughed as I set her on her feet.

“You’d better go change before you catch a cold,” I suggested.

“Yeah…that’s probably a good idea. I’m so cold. Brrr,” she said, shivering. She turned and walked up the stairs, and I followed behind her. She turned and entered her room, shutting the door behind her, and I opened the next door, which led to my room.

I put a CD into my stereo – “A Twist in My Story” by Secondhand Serenade. I turned the volume down until it was just background music, then plopped down on my sofa. I reached beside me and picked up a book off the table, A Tale of Two Cities.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knocking at my door.

“Come in,” I called, not looking up from my book. The door creaked open and Ravyn stuck her head in, her damp hair framing her face. She opened it the rest of the way and entered, before closing the door and sitting down on the sofa beside me.

She had changed into a thick green sweater – a gift from me last month, when we had celebrated her birthday – and a pair of dark sweatpants. Her feet were covered in fuzzy white socks. She pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over herself, pulling it up to her chin.

She knew the song that was playing, and began singing along with the words. She was a pretty good singer actually – I’d told her several times – but she didn’t want to sing in public. There was a talent show at our school two months ago, but she refused to enter. I tried signing her up myself, but that didn’t work.

Two songs later, there came another knock at the door. “Come in,” I called. The door opened and Alice entered.

“Hey guys,” she said, standing before us. Her gaze moved to the book I held in my hands and her nose wrinkled. “You’re reading that again? You’re just like-” she stopped mid-sentence and looked at me apologetically. I heard her finish the sentence in her head. “You’re just like Bella with WutheringHeights.

“I’m glad Charlie finally decided to let you out – you’re sadly in heed of a visit to the bookstore. I can’t believe you’re reading Wuthering Heights again. Don’t you know it by heart yet?”

“Not all of us have photographic memories.”

“Photographic memory or not, I don’t understand why you like it. The characters are ghastly people who ruin each others’ lives. I don’t know how Heathcliff and Cathy ended up being ranked with couples like Romeo and Juliet or Elizabeth Bennet and Dr. Darcy. It isn’t a love story, it’s a hate story.

“You have some serious issues with the classics.”

“Perhaps it’s because I’m not impressed by antiquity. Honestly, though, why do you read it over and over? What is it that appeals to you?”

“I’m not sure. I think it’s something about the inevitability. How nothing can keep them apart – not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end…”

“I still think it would be a better story if either of them had one redeeming quality.”

“I think that may be the point. Their love is their only redeeming quality.”

She turned to Ravyn. “What I really came in here for was to ask you if you wanted to go shopping with me and Rose tomorrow. We’ve been to the malls around here way too many times, and they’re poorly under-stocked. I was thinking of maybe New York. I figure we can leave early, and we’ll be getting home late.”

“Sure – that sounds great! You know, I’ve never been to New York before…” she mused. Her eyes glowed with excitement, matching Alice’s.

“Sound’s like a plan.”

“And you don’t see anything happening?” I interjected. Alice paused for a moment, then searched the future.

“No – it looks fine to me. Nothing can ruin this trip!” She exclaimed. “Well, you go get some sleep, Ray – we’ll be leaving by seven, so you’ll need to be up around six. And it’s already ten now.”

“Okay, okay,” she said, sighing. She stood and stretched before folding the blanked back up and throwing it over the back of the couch.

“G’night Eddie,” she murmured before yawning. “’Night Alice.”

“’Night Ray,” I replied as she left.

I looked up at Alice, who was snickering quietly. “What?”

She chuckled for a moment longer then said, “Eddie.” She burst out into hysterical laughter. I rolled my eyes at her and look back at my book.

“Goodnight Eddie, dear!” Alice squealed in a mocking voice before dancing out the door.

~

RAVYN

I woke with a start when a loud buzzing filled the room. In the darkness, my clock read six AM in flashing, blood red numbers. My hand groped for the snooze button and found it, stopping the buzzing immediately. Groggily, I rubbed my hand across my eyes and yawned.

I stood, shuffling along the carpet to the wall. My hand fumbled for the light switch, and when I found it, I clamped my eyes shut at the sudden brightness. Slowly my eyes adjusted, and I turned to my closet.

I jumped when I saw a figure already rummaging around in the closet. “Alice?” I murmured drowsily.

“Hurry we have to go soon!” She yelled throwing me a top and a skirt. She turned to push me into the bathroom, then stopped and groaned. “No! This ruins all our plans!”

“What?” I asked, suddenly nervous.

“You! You can’t be sick! Now we’ll never get to New York!”

“Sick? I’m not sick.”

“Yes you are! Just give it a few minutes.”

My stomach rumbled and growled. I clutched it and doubled over at the sudden pain, then found my self sprinting down the hall to the bathroom. Emmett was in there brushing his teeth, and I pushed past him and threw the toilet seat open.

“Ewwww…” Emmett cried, leaping away as I spilled the remainders of my dinner into the toilet.

“Told you,” Alice grumbled from the doorway.

I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths.

“What’s wrong?” Came an overprotective voice from behind Alice. She stepped aside and Edward entered the small bathroom, crouching down beside me. He placed his freezing hand on my forehead, feeling my temperature.

“Move Edward, and let a real doctor see her,” Alice said rudely as Carlisle appeared. Edward moved aside, and Carlisle knelt beside me and stuck a thermometer in my mouth. We waited until there was a quick beep, and Carlisle removed the thermometer.

“One hundred and one degrees. You’re not going anywhere today,” he announced in a fatherly voice.

“’Kay,” I murmured weakly.

“Here,” Edward said, “drink this.” He handed me a glass of water. My hand shook as I drank slowly.

“Yes, make sure you drink plenty of fluids. Edward, go get some flat soda – that will help calm her stomach,” Carlisle advised.

Edward was gone in a second, then back in a flash with another glass. Carlisle stepped back, and Edward leaned over and scooped me up in his arms. I let my head sag against his chest as he carried me back to my room.

As I begun to drift back to sleep, I heard voices out in the hall, just behind the door that Edward had closed when he’d left.

“C’mon, Rose. We’ll just have to go without her,” Alice said somberly.

I heard footsteps as they quickly walked away, then more as someone else approached.

“We should probably go hunting today – I’m getting pretty thirsty. It doesn’t help that we have a human in the house,” Emmett suggested rather loudly.

“Shh! Keep it down – she’s asleep,” Edward scolded.

“Emmett’s right, Edward. We need to go hunting, and you need to come with us.”

“But what about Ravyn? I have to stay and watch her.”

“Esme will watch her – you need to hunt.”

It took a while, but Edward finally caved in, grumbling all the way out the door. Finally, it was quiet again, and I lapsed into a sickness-induced slumber.