Text Size Large SizeMedium SizeSmall Size    Color Scheme Black SchemeWhite SchemeGrey SchemePaper Scheme        

The Story of Esme

How it began. How it happened. How it ended and how it was revived. A look into the life of Esme Cullen.

This is my first attempt at writing more than just a short story. I have always loved Esme and she is one of my favorite characters in Twilight so i jus thad to tell her story the way I've imagined it.

2. Chapter 2

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 960   Review this Chapter

By the time my parents had arrived with me at Riverside Methodist Hospital, it was dark. I remember being put on a bed by my father and brother and being rolled into the hospital’s front doors. Then there was the most vivid memory of my entire life: seeing the doctor who would attend me.

“Hello, Esme. My name is Dr. Cullen,” the beautiful man stated with a friendly smile on his face. “I’m going to be taking care of your leg today, okay?”

I could only nod my head yes, still trying to comprehend the dazzling quality of this man. He began putting pressure on various part of my leg, kneading his fingers gently into the flesh to feel the bones. When he hit the spot where all of the pain was stemming from, I yelped but quickly bit my lip to prevent further sounds of discomfort.

“It looks like you’ve fractured your tibia. What were you doing?” he inquired calmly, meeting me at eye level unlike any man I’d ever known in order to make me feel like his equal.

“ I was climbing a tree so I could win my bet with my brother,” I said as he fitted a splint onto my leg.

He laughed and asked, “What was the bet, if you don’t mind my asking.

Rather than hang my head in embarrassment, I smiled and looked him right in the eye.

“My brother said that men are better than women and I disagreed. So he said that if I could climb that tree on my own, he’d drop his case, take on my opinion on the subject and…” I stopped.

“And…?” Dr. Cullen urged, still fitting the leather of the splint on my leg.

“And he’d pay me a dollar,” I said very matter-of-factly.

Dr. Cullen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“That’s a lot of money,” he stated.

“I’m an exceptional negotiator,” I countered, smiling confidently until I felt the pain shoot up my leg again.

“You must be,” he replied with a smile that could kill.

There was silence for a little while as the handsome young doctor added the finishing touches to my leg brace. There was something that drew me to him and I had the most incredible butterflies in my stomach each time I looked at him. I believe that that was the night I fell in love with Carlisle Cullen.

Summoning a nurse into the room, he asked her to get me a set of crutches.

“I want you to use these for the next ten weeks so you can keep yourself from having to use your leg. After all, the brace can be damaged if you put pressure on it,” he told me as I first tried them. I lost my balance and nearly fell if it hadn’t been for Dr. Cullen who caught me mid-fall. I looked into his eyes, the tawny gold of his irises, and I smiled despite the butterflies in my stomach. He smiled back sheepishly and helped me get in proper position with my crutches.

“Thanks,” I murmured, praying that he couldn’t hear my heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings.

“You’re welcome, Esme,” he answered, still looking at me funny.

We were silent again for the few minutes it took me to hobble along to the waiting room where my parents and Theo waited for me.

“Mr. and Mrs. Platt, I’m Dr. Cullen, the resident physician. Your daughter’s leg was fractured but it should heal nicely as long as she keep using her crutches,” he explained to my parents. “The important thing is that she’ll be able to walk again after her leg heals. She shouldn’t have any trouble moving around in the future.”

Dr. Cullen looked to my parents and smiled.

“Your daughter is quite spirited, I understand,” he mentioned.

My parents smiled and nodded their heads.

“Yes, Esme is quite spirited…maybe too spirited. We are always urging her to take up behavior more appropriate for a girl her age but she is too unruly,” mother explained.

“I agree. She’ll never attract a husband of means if she keeps up her stubbornness. No man wants a wife who will believe herself to be an equal to him,” my father added.

Dr. Cullen shook his head, still smiling.

“I think that any man who is allowed her hand in marriage will be quite lucky to have a wife as bright and kind-hearted as her,” he argued, glancing at me from across the room as I sat in a hard-backed wooden chair. And for the first time ever, I blushed.

“Well I appreciate your kindness and help with our daughter but it is already after dark and we must be going,” my father stated awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets nervously.

“Yes, you really must be exhausted from such an eventful day. Have a safe trip home and make sure she doesn’t walk without her crutches for a minimum of ten weeks,” Dr. Cullen ordered with a smile before turning to me.

“It was nice meeting you Esme. I have a feeling we will meet again someday but until then, be safe,” he told me, looking at me with kind eyes.

I nodded my head and said good-bye. The last thing I saw was the back of my angel, walking back through the hospital’s restricted access doors.