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Isabella reached inside her backpack and pulled out the Emerald box. She had managed to get it and some other things from the house after the funeral when Edward wasn't paying attention. She opened the lid and slipped out the picture of the woman and the child.
There was something about. This woman that was very strange. She couldn't figure out what it was. The entire situation with Elisabeth, Dr. Darnel and the Cullen family was strange. She wondered how close they all were and why Siobhan was holding baby Edward.
Who was this woman? Where is she?
Edward had said he had no idea who she was but she had a hard time believing that. How could he not know? Unless if the last time he saw her was as a child.
She pulled out the Emerald necklace she had worn to Esme's funeral. It was still the most beautiful piece of jewelry she had ever seen and it came from the most beautiful jewelry box she had ever seen.
To my Little Emerald the inscription said. She remembered Edward saying that this was what everyone called Elisabeth. It made sense; she was a tiny woman with bright green eyes.
She looked at the pale young woman with the bright green eyes in the picture again. She wasn't smiling. She just stared blankly into the camera. There was something off about her expression. Isabella wondered who took the picture. It seemed whoever it was, made Siobhan uncomfortable. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there.
Isabella sighed and replaced the picture and the necklace inside the box. She needed to stop obsessing over them.
She pulled out a few journals that she found in Edwards old room; Elisabeth wrote them all.
He's at it again.
He's beginning to scare me. I don't know how he got this way when he was once so normal. I can see the changes in him. They leave as quickly as they come. I hope it doesn't get any worse because I don't think I'll be able to fix him. He needs help I probably can't offer.
This confused Isabella. In all of her entries Elisabeth never seemed to say what she meant.
The next one was dated two months before her death.
Siobhan is back. That girl has so much potential and it's a shame she is wasting it. I took a walk with her today. She's been acting very distant lately. She is usually so full of life and today she would barely look at little Edward. Something is troubling her mind. She almost looks guilty. I hope she realizes I will always be there for her. I know things at her home are tough and her father isn't the easiest man to get along with, but I'm sure she can make it through.
And the next was written a week after.
My baby boy is growing so fast. He's the most precious little thing in the world and he is already so smart. It's a shame his mother doesn't seem to care. She walks around here like she has no care in the world. She hardly takes the time to hold her son. A boy like him needs a mother's love or else he will miss out on something great. I hate the circumstances he came into this world under. I wish he were mine instead.
I tried telling Edward to talk to her but he doesn't see it as a problem. He doesn't seem to care. I know she would listen to him. She looks up to him and respects him. She would value his opinion. Maybe if he talks to her she would see the error in her ways and try to change.
Isabella furrowed her brow. Elisabeth thought Esme was a bad mother that couldn't take proper care of Edward.
My husband is cheating on me. I can't say I'm surprised; he's always been a selfish pig. He's not the man I married. I married a loving and caring man but now it's different. I didn't expect it to be with my dear Siobhan though. I'm going to confront them. This is very unlike her.
Isabella shut the journal slowly. Her head was spinning with possibilities. Siobhan was helping Edward Platt cheat. She covered her mouth with her hand. This was a scandalous discovery. She wondered what other types of dirty secrets was hidden within this family. It all seemed like a soap opera.
"Sweetheart." She heard Edward call. She heard his footsteps getting closer and quickly shoved the journals back in the backpack and slid it under the bed as the bedroom door slipped open.
"There you are," he said, walking towards her with a small smile. "You've been up here all morning. Aren't you hungry?"
"I came down to get something to eat," she said. "You were in your office." She spent most of the time in the bedroom trying to learn more about Elisabeth while Edward was locked away in his office. He was starting to worry her.
"Oh," he said quietly.
There was a long silence in which they both stared awkwardly at each other.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It's about me…and my family. I've never told anyone these things so you have to promise not to say anything."
"Come take a walk with me." He held out a hand to her and she hesitantly took it.
"I want to start from the beginning," he began once they were seated on their back terrace. "I want to be truthful about everything. I'm tired of the lies. I know we don't have the best relationship and it's my fault. You don't want to be here anymore I can tell. I don't want to push you away so I'm going to try to fix what I've so clearly broken."
She waited for him to continue, this was what she had been waiting for. If she didn't find out what was going on with him soon, she might just take her baby and leave.
"When I was growing up, I hardly ever saw my parents. I was always with Elisabeth and Edward or somebody else. It was a woman. I think it was the woman you showed me in the picture. I remember seeing her a lot. She and Elisabeth were always together. Elisabeth was always showing her things." He paused and furrowed his brows in concentration. "Carlisle and Esme, my parents, used to visit every once in a while. I don't have many clear memories of them until after Elisabeth died. I do remember that she and Esme never really got along that well. They would always argue. I think it was about me."
When Elisabeth died I was with them all the time and they used to argue a lot. I remember being very sick and they used to take me to see someone. For a long time I couldn't remember who it was and as I started seeing Dr. Darnell again, I realized it was him."
"So they were taking you to see a therapist?" She wondered why that was.
"Yes, but the weird thing was, I don't remember my visits to him feeling like therapist visits. He used to give me medication and he used to inject me with something. I thought I was imagining it but now it's all so clear. It all started rushing back to me after Esme died. I've been having these terrible headaches and I've been seeing things."
"Like what?" she asked, he had her attention now.
"I keep seeing my grandmother. I thought it was a dream at first but now I think it's a memory. It's a memory of a murder. And the crazy thing is every time I see it, I get a really bad headache and I feel like my head is going to split open. It's so painful and it makes me so angry. I know I've been snippy with you but I can't seem to help it. It feels like I'm slowly losing my mind."
Isabella dragged her chair closer to his and took his hand in hers. "What exactly have you been seeing?"
"I keep hearing her screaming. It's loud blood-curling screams and them her screams are muffled. I seem to always be looking at her from a small place and I never see her fully. I mostly hear her. I hear another woman screaming too, but it's a different kind of screaming and I also hear a man."
"Do you ever see anything else?"
"A tall figure. Two tall figures and then they turn into three. The other night I dreamt about her. She was in water and she kept sinking lower and lower and all I could do was watch. I wanted to reach in and keep her from floating away, but something was holding my hands. Then I started hearing Esme's lullaby."
"Yes, it's a song she always used to sing to me. I hear it every time I have these dreams. She made it up. It was the last thing I heard from her. She sang it to me the night before she died."
"Is that why you were crying?" she thought back to his bloodshot eyes, the night before Esme died. He was so angry when she asked about it.
"Yes," he answered softly. He almost sounded ashamed. "I always feel so weak and helpless when I hear it and these days I can't get it to stop
He started singing softly,
"Hush my baby,
Night has come
Little Em has lost her young
She swam away to a greener place
And Sisi girl will take her place
So hush my darling
Do not think,
Let her swim and let her be
She will be free, you will see
Little Em has swum away."
The song gave Isabella the chills. It sounded almost like a chant used to hypnotize. She put a protective hand on her stomach.
"Little Em," Isabella murmured, as recognition hit her. "Edward little Em, couldn't happen to stand for little Emerald could it? Remember what you told me about Elisabeth's nickname."
His face went pale. "Oh my God, I think you're right. I…I never realized…but why? Why would my mother sing me a song about Elisabeth swimming?"
"Because they probably wanted you to believe that was what was happening. You said that you hear it whenever you have these dreams right?"
"I think it might be something to help you forget. Who is Sisi girl?" There was so much that was wrong with that "lullaby". Esme seemed like such a sweet person and Isabella couldn't begin to fathom why she would have reason try to brainwash her son.
"I don't know," he shook his head slowly. "Everything seems so crazy right now. I have no idea what to think. It's making me crazy. The headaches won't stop and I'm always so irritable."
Isabella bit her lip and contemplated whether or not she could trust Edward to tell him what she knew. Dr. Darnell said he was a diabolical killer but she was finding that very hard to believe. He seemed more like a helpless victim that witnessed something he shouldn't and now they were making him pay. She instantly felt bad.
"I have to tell you something too," she said hesitantly.
"I know who planted the bugs inside the house."
"Please don't get mad, but he had a very plausible excuse. Well, maybe it wasn't so plausible because I didn't fully believe him, but he said enough to plant doubt in my head. Now it seems like he had an agenda. I'm so sorry."
"What the hell are you talking about? Was it my father?"
"Dr. Darnell planted the bugs and I let him. He said he was working with the FBI and you were an insanely smart and deranged killer and you killed your grandmother when you were five and you were going to strike your grandfather next."
His mouth popped open stared wide-eyed at her. "What?"
"I know, it sound crazy, but you was acting so weird and I didn't know what to believe. He could have been right. I had to protect myself and my unborn child."
"Wow," he said with a humorless laugh. He drooped her hand. "It seems like everybody is conspiring against me. I can't catch a fucking break."
"I'm so sorry Edward. I had no idea. I regretted my decision right away," she explained. "It's just that, you were always gone and you were always mad and I didn't know what to believe because I hardly know you. You refused to let me know you. I had know way of knowing if you were capable of what he said or not."
He sighed and rubbed his face again. "I guess I can understand where you're coming from. I haven't been the best at showing you who I really am. I can't really blame you. He probably told you more about me than I told you about me." He stared off into space. "But why would he make up something like that?"
"I have no idea…unless he had something to do with Elisabeth's death."
"I don't think so. I only met him after she died when my parents took me to him."
"But you can't know that for sure. You might not remember." She thought back to the photograph in the box. "Siobhan is Dr. Darnell's daughter."
"Siobhan, the girl in the picture with you. The picture that fell out of Elisabeth's Emerald box."
"How do you know that?"
"He had a picture of her in his office. I recognized her and asked him about it and he told me she was his daughter."
Edward thought this over for a few minutes. "Who is she then? How does she fit in to all of this? Where is she? Did my mom know about this?"
"I can't be too sure but I have an idea." She stood up and decided it was tie to show him what she found. She felt giddy. It seemed like this was straight out of a mystery book. It was both thrilling and scary at the same time.
He looked up at her and smirked. "Look at you, Sherlock."
"Shut up," she said, and quickly covered her mouth. She had never really joked with Edward like this and she was afraid he might take it the wrong way.
She was surprised when he laughed it off and stood up. "Lead the way, to your clue."
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This is starting to wrap up.
Are you still confused? Everything is connected. I don't know if you can see it yet.
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