Hey guys. I got the idea a couple of days ago to do some scenes from No one Saw the Pain in Edward's POV. I figured this might help you understand Edward's character a little better, Get inside his head so to speak. Let me know what you think.
I don't own Twilight. all Stephenie Meyer.
Edward's POV of the Prologue
"Son, your mother and I are just concerned about you. We hardly ever see you anymore." Carlisle said into the phone.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Yeah I knew just how concerned they were about me and I appreciated it, but there was nothing they could do about it.
"Why don't you come over tonight, for dinner? Alice has been asking about you and I know Esme really misses you." He encouraged me.
Of course he would mention Alice and Esme, the two women in my life that I couldn't say no to and would do anything for. "Um, sorry, Dad. I was just getting ready to run." I hated avoiding my family, but it hurt too much to be around them right now.
Carlisle sounded disappointed, but he didn't push the subject anymore. He told me he loved me and that he would see me again soon.
I ended the call and shut my cell phone off. Now really wasn't the time to be bombarded with phone calls from my well meaning, but incredibly annoying family.
Taking in a deep breath I put the buds of my ear phones in my ears, searched for the playlist I used for exercising and pressed play on my iPod.
Even with the music playing my mind began to wonder, thinking about my predicament.
Running was the only thing I had anymore that could distract me. Keep me from feeling the gaping hole that had taken up residence in my heart since I was a child. The feeling that I was different from the rest of my family.
Carlisle had Esme, my beautiful mother. She truly was his other half. They never flaunted their relationship, but there was never a doubt in my mind that they were madly in love with each other.
My older brother Emmett had also recently started dating Rosalie Hale. She was perfect for him. They balanced each other out and made it almost unbearable to be around. They were like hormonal teenagers.
Alice, my adorable cousin who my parents adopted two years ago after she lost her parents, wasn't dating anyone yet, and even if she was she wouldn't be getting married anytime too soon since she was only seventeen. But, I knew that her someone wasn't that far off either.
It's not that I begrudged my family the happiness they had found, quite the opposite actually. I loved that they had found what they had been looking for and wouldn't change that for anything.
There was just an ache in me that I couldn't quite place. A hole. Something that made me different from others.
So, I unfortunately began to separate myself from them. It made the feeling a little more manageable, especially when I started college.
Now that I was choosing where to complete my residency, things were a little more complicated. If I left maybe I could finally move on, get through my training and actually have a life.
But if I left that would hurt Esme so much. She worried about me and I found it incredibly difficult to deny her anything. Even leaving behind Carlisle wouldn't be that easy either. Despite my lack of communication lately, he had always been the one person that I could depend on.
Without thinking about it I sped up my pace, trying to wear myself out.
Once I finally reached my limit and had run my normal set of miles, I walked back to my car. It took me sometime and by the time I returned my shirt was dry and the sun had set, making the sky black.
I unlocked my car when I heard a girl cry out.
"Help me. Please." She cried before collapsing.
I ran over to her, my heart pounding in my ears. That's when I felt it. The ache that had made up a permanent residence in my chest, ceased. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I began checking the girls injuries. This was not the time to notice a beautiful girl, she battered and broken. "Can you tell me your name?" I asked softly.
"Bella." Her voice, so frail and weak, was like music to my ears. She opened her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes. They were so big and doe like, I got lost in them for a moment.
"Hi Bella. My name is Edward." I continued to inspecting her, finding broken bones all over her body and wondering more than once what sort of hell she had been through. "Do you remember what happened to you?"
She tried to take a deep breath, wincing in pain when she did so. "I've been held hostage… for I don't know how long. Please… he could find me." The pure fear in her voice was staggering.
With every bone in my body I wanted to hunt down who had done these things to her and kill them. How could anybody hurt someone who was so innocent and pure? I scooped her up as gently as possible into my arms and rushed to my car.
I placed her carefully in the backseat and got into the driver's seat. I turned my phone on and called Carlisle as I sped into town. "Dad, I need your help."
"Slow down. What's the matter?" Carlisle always knew how to keep a level head.
"I was walking back to my car after a run and I found this girl. Dad she has been attacked and is in really bad shape." I could hear the panic in my voice.
Carlisle immediately turned into doctor mode. "Do you know her name or anything? What happened to her?"
"She said her name was Bella." I checked the backseat, she was passed out. "She was kidnapped. Her body has suffered a beating, broken bones, probably other intrusions as well."
"The chief's daughter? Okay, son, I'm on my way in." Carlisle told me.
I sighed, trying to remain calm. "Yeah, she looks really bad Dad… Thank you so much. I would work on her myself, but… yeah. I'm almost there." I ended the call and put my foot on the gas.
Just like he said he would be, Carlisle was waiting for me at the entrance to the Emergency Room. He helped me get her onto a stretcher and paused at the doors when he noticed me leaning against my car. "Are you alright, Edward?" He put his hand on my shoulder.
I could only shake my head at first. Once she was inside, away from me, the ache returned. Why did this have to happen now? "Dad, please don't tell anyone that this was me. Especially not to her."
"Why not, son?" Carlisle asked me, confused.
"Dad, I need to leave for awhile. I'm going to do my residency back in Chicago." I knew that I wasn't making any sense to him; after all I had never voiced what I had been feeling to him and now suddenly I was ranting about having to leave.
He didn't say anything, didn't even try to stop, he just nodded his head.
"I'm sorry, Dad. Please everyone that I love them." With that I climbed into my Volvo and sped. Maybe if I put as many miles between me and Forks as possible this feeling would go away.