Takes place in 1911. She's sixteen years old. I re-did this chapter and then I will re-do the next some. I had written this when I was younger and it needed some corretions.
I climbed up the last tree branch and smiled. Ha, I thought, Victory! It had taken me three tries to climb up this huge tree and I had finally made it!
I leaned against the rough bark and tried to calm my breathing; my legs swung back and forth, on either side of the tree limb. Ever since I was little I had climbed trees. My mother hated it- she said I should stop acting like a child and start acting like a 'lady'.
I sighed, glanced up and frowned, "Oh no," I groaned. About five feet up, protruding out of the tree was another branch.
I let out another sigh and then swung my left leg over until it was on the same side as my right leg. Then slowly, very slowly – because I'd never been good at standing on the braches without falling and hurting myself – eased my way up until I was standing.
Carefully I reached my arms up, until the tips of my fingers touched the branch above. I pushed off the branch – preparing to wrap my hands around the one above me – but stopped when a loud snapping sound filled my ears.
I looked down in time to see the branch break off, and it took me a second to realize that I was falling with it and then I hit the ground with a loud thud and I heard the crack of my leg before I felt the sharp pain shoot through it.
I groaned in pain; biting my lip to stop from screaming, and closed my eyes. I tried not to think about the pain in my left leg, but it hurt so much! I wish it would just go away.
It would probably take me forever to get home now. But there was probably no way I could walk with a broken leg.
"Are you okay?" asked a smooth velvet voice. The voice was sharp and clear, but I could hear just the slightest bit of worry edging in the voice.
I opened my eyes to see a tall, slender- but muscular, young man. His golden eyes and his light blonde hair only added to his beauty.
I shook my head, trying to clear my now jumbled thoughts. It took me a minute to answer. "No, my leg is broken," I said, motioning towards my swollen leg.
He smiled and bent down to examine my leg. "Do you mind if I look at your leg? I am a doctor. So I might be able to help," he asked, smiling.
My breath caught. His smile was so beautiful, it stunned me."Go ahead," I murmured so low, that I was afraid he hadn't heard me.
He sat a leather briefcase on the ground; next to my foot, that I hadn't seen before.
I couldn't look away from his face. Even when his cool hands touched my swollen skin, all I could do was stare. I was quiet while he worked on my leg. I was too busy watching his face, to see what he was doing. I only glanced once to see him pull something long and white out of his bag.
He glanced at me – perhaps feeling my stare – and smiled.
"My name is Carlisle Cullen," he spoke, "So I'm guessing you fell out of that tree," he said, glancing up at the tall tree that I happened to be leaning against.
Such a beautiful name, I thought. "Esme," I whispered, "Yes that's the tree I fell out of. I should probably listen to my mother when she says I shouldn't do that. She right; it isn't lady like at all."
"Well I wouldn't say that. You like climbing trees don't you? I'm not saying you should always disobey your mother's wishes, but that doesn't mean you should stop doing something you love. You just might want to be more careful.
"Yes, I do need to be more careful. That's my only downfall. I see something I want to do and I get so excited that I don't think about it before I do it. A lot of the time I don't seem to think about how dangerous something is, until I already am in danger.
"That is something you should start thinking about more often," he said, helping up from the ground and leaning me against the tree trunk. " Well Esme, your leg should heal nicely. It's all bandaged up." He smiled and my heart skipped a beat.
"Thank you Carlisle. I don't know what I would've done with out your help you. How can I ever repay you?" I smiled and met his eyes.
"Don't you worry about it. It was no trouble at all. Do you need any help getting home?" he asked, concern covering his gorgeous face.
"No, I don't live far from here," I said, immediately wishing I'd said yes. I wanted to spend more time with him. What if I never saw him again?
"Alright" he smiled, "I guess I should get back to work anyway.
"Oh," I frowned, "Bye. It was nice meeting you," I said extending my hand. He extended his long, white hand and shook mine.
His touch was like an electric shock. It sent chills down my spine and his hand was cold, very cold. It was as if he had stuck his hand in an ice bucket. He smiled apologetically and dropped his hand.
I closed my eyes and smiled.
A light breeze ruffled my hair. I opened my eyes and…he was gone.
I never forgot him. Even as the years slowly went by and I got older, I thought about him everyday. And that first night I dreamed about him.
"An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered; an adventure is an inconvenience rightly considered."
- Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936)