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Hit Hard by the Past

Summary:
Edward doesn't know what happened to his little sister about 100-ish years ago, and he's been heart-broken ever since. But what if she's not as far away as he thinks?


Notes:
WARNING! Language...blah blah blah, you know the rest!


1. Bad Dreams

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"Can you believe that Daddy actually let me and you go over to Nana's house?"

"No, I don't believe it. Luckly we asked him when he was drinking."

"Oh Edward, don't be such a meany!"

He looked at me in fake-surprise. "Me? A 'meany? How could you say that to me, Selena?"

I looked at him straight in the face and said, "Because." I let go of his hand and went running down the lane towards Nana's house.

"Hey!" Edward yelled and he sprinted after me.

We passed a few people working on their gardens. They looked at us and smiled. Everyone knew us here. Edward and Selena Mason. 3 years apart. It's a heart-warming sight when a 6 year-old is chasing a 3 year-old, laughing all the while. And they look the same. Well, except for the fact that Selena was blind. She doesn't care. She can tell where people are and where they're walking and stuff like that because she can feel vibrations through the ground and the air. It might sound funny to you that a blind girl is running, but she's just like you and me even though she wears a blind fold because she doesn't want people staring at her eyes.

"I beat you!" I exclaimed.

"Nu-uh!"

"Yea-huh!"

"Now, now children, who cares who got here first? You're both here, and that's all that matters," Nana said while coming out on the porch, "Now let us go out back and play on the piano."

***

Nana was playing something I didn't know, but I didn't care. I danced to it anyway, but that's when I felt it. An unexpected vibration. And then something was grabbing me from behind. I screamed, "Edward!!"

And that's how I woke up. Screaming.

"God damnit!" I exclaimed, "I hate nightmares!"

My dog, Leaf, jumped up on my bed and started licking my hand, soothing me. I hugged her.

"Leaf, led me to the bathroom, please."

We both got out of bed and, while Leaf's nose was pressed against my hand, I made it to the bathroom. I could've found it myself, but that nightmare left me exhausted.

I fumbled around, trying to find the faucet. I turned it on and splashed my face, which helped clear my head.

I looked up knowing that the mirror was there. I tried imagining what I looked like. Bronze-colored hair, which is normally stick-straight, sticking up in places and all disheveled. Eye that look angered that those nightmares have snuck up on her again, yet sad that the nightmare was real.

"Leaf, whimper if my marks appeared again..." Please, don't let her whimper.

She did.

"Ugh! Wonderful! Just what I needed!" I cried angerly. Looks like school's gonna be fun today.