Lost and Alone

Curiosity raged inside of me like molten lava. "Why aren't you then?" I cocked my head to the side.

His fingers were clutching the steering wheel tightly, his skin stretching across white knuckles. I waited for him to speak, but all that changed during our ride was the speedometer showing the increase in speed.

I squeaked when Edward made a sharp turn, pressing on the breaks until the car stood unmoving on the side of the road. I bit my lip. I shouldn't have said anything…

"Bella I don't like to be around hospitals too much." His voice had a grave quality to it, enhanced by the small confines of his car.

My eyes absorbed his slouching figure, his eyes downcast. His hands were off the steering wheel and were now clenched on each side of his leather seat. I longed to offer him some sort of comfort but felt that he didn't want to be touched. My eyes continued to rake over his form, and I paused in my perusal when I noticed his penetrating gaze directed at me. He looked at me for a long while, neither of us saying anything. It was as if he was hesitating if he should say anything to me or not.

He answered my unspoken question minutes later, in a quiet voice. "In three days I will be celebrating the anniversary of my parents' death."

My hand reached up to smother my gasp that I emitted. "Edward…" I didn't know what to say.

Edward's POV

If someone were to ask me why I confided in Bella Swan, I wouldn't have an answer. There was just something about those bottomless, chocolate eyes that made me want to trust her. And I think I already did trust her. Here I was, about to spill the story that has haunted me since it had occurred.

I swallowed audibly before beginning. I knew it was going to be hard for me; I haven't ever had to tell anyone the story before. Esme and Carlisle knew from the adoption agency, and they quietly let my siblings know. But staring at her breathtaking face, one that was so open and inviting, I wanted to tell her everything.

And so I did.

"My family and I were walking along the sidewalk together, holding hands…" I was instantly pulled back into the memory, not seeing Bella's face anymore, but the one of my mother, Elizabeth Masen.

Nine Years Ago…

"Are you excited to see what New York looks like at night?" My mom peered down at me through a mass of bronze colored hair, looking just as thrilled as I was. Her green eyes were crinkled at the corners, a wide smile breaking out on her face.

I nodded my head vigorously. "So excited, Mommy." I clapped my mitten -clad hands together.

She laughed. "Let's not waste time then, Edward; your son can't wait any longer."

My father walked out of their hotel bedroom, buttoning his shirt. "You mean you can't wait any longer." He smiled crookedly at my mom. I might not look like him, but that was one trait of his I had inherited.

She pecked him on the lips before handing him his jacket. "Okay, Edward Jr. and I both can't wait."

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I loped ahead of them, excited to see the snow falling softly on the ground, and the icicles hanging from the overhangs. I did not feel the cold.

I took a quick look behind me, at my parents, who were walking close together, holding hands, to keep the chilly air from piercing their coats. They smiled at me, and I grinned lopsidedly back. A man brushed past me quickly, the smell of leather surrounding my nose for a split second, before clearing away, leaving just the pleasant smell of New York. I could live here all year round.

I spun my head back around, my eyes immediately resting upon a man selling large pretzels. They were as big as my father's hand!

I screeched to a stop and looked pleadingly at my parents.

With the hand that wasn't holding my mother's, my dad dug his wallet out of his pocket and paid the man for three pretzels. I bit into mine the minute it was placed in my hand, letting out a sound of approval.

"Are they good, baby?" My mom asked, taking a bite of her own.

"Uh huh." I couldn't say anything more; my mouth was full of pretzel dough. I continued my skip, slowing down when my mom chided me for walking fast while eating.

"Sorry." I said in my young, childlike voice.

"It's okay, son, you can keep walking ahead of us, but don't run, you can choke." My father chimed in.

"'Kay Daddy." My mitten made it hard to hold my pretzel, so I took it off my right hand and shoved it in the pocket of my wool coat.

I took a deep breath as we passed a coffee stand, waving shyly to a little girl who was staring at me intently.

"Now, honey, do you know where you're going?" My mom said laughingly to my dad. They were still behind me, wrapped up in each other.

"Nah, sometimes it's more fun to be lost."

I heard the beeping of a car horn, echoing through the streets, getting louder and louder. Several others sounded with it. I could still hear my parents talking quietly to themselves four feet behind me.

The cars nearby were now screeching on the breaks and beeping their horns. I paid no mind, I was too innocent to understand what was happening, and too interested in the sidewalk before me.

Out of the blue, I heard a sharp scream followed by a sickening crunch. Glass shattered. More shrieks followed, and everyone seemed too loud and caging. I turned around slowly, searching for the familiar faces of my parents, but could see none. I heard snippets of the conversations of others.

"Two people are under the car!"

"Are they okay?"

"All the glass!"

The back of my jacket felt welt, and I swiped at it, staring unseeingly at the thick red liquid that was now smeared across my hand. I called for my mom and dad, desperate, scared. I walked closer to the crash, saw all the people surrounding it and the lights of a police car weaving through traffic. I couldn't get too close; all the adults were pushing me farther and farther away from the scene.

"Mommy?!" I shouted brokenly. Panic possessed me now, and I dropped my unfinished pretzel to the ground. I stood on my tiptoes, looking for a mass of bronze or brown hair. "Daddy?!"

An ambulance blared its siren loudly down the street, stopping when it was near the accident. A fire truck followed. Paramedics jumped out of the ambulance and firemen ran to the totaled car, and began to move it.

A scary man in a big uniform bent down toward me. "Are you okay, little man?" The flashing blue and red lights of the police cab flickered on and off his face.

I began to cry. "W-where's my mommy and daddy?" Big, fat tears rolled down my cheeks, dripping off my chin and onto my coat.

"We'll find them, don't worry. Let's get you fixed up, okay?" He took my hand and tried pulling me in the direction of the ambulance, but I resisted. "Where are they?!" I was hysterical now, my voice a high wail. "Where are they?!"

Persistent, the big man picked me up and carried me over to the big white truck. "Fix him up, he's got glass shards," was what he said to woman inside compartment in the back of the ambulance.

The minute he set me down I ran off from the woman, too quick for her to catch me, and restarted my search. "Mom! Dad!" I shivered into the night air, I was cold now. I walked as close as I could to the destroyed blue car, one of its doors completely off its hinges and lying away from the car body. Yellow tape was surrounding it, so I couldn't get too close. My eyes stung from the biting wind and my tears.

I felt something trickle down my neck and I let it be, too determined to care about anything else. I looked to my right and saw a lock of bronze hair hanging off a white board, and I sprinted over to it. Two men were carrying it in the direction of one of the ambulances."Mom!" I shouted, beginning to reach out a hand to touch her hair. Why was there a white sheet covering her body? My hand stilled."Mommy, you can't breathe!" I moved to uncover the sheet, but the same woman that was at the ambulance stopped me. She found me, and wasn't going to lose me again. Her arm wound around my waist and dragged me away.

"She can't breathe!" I screamed, struggling in her arms. "Mommy!" My eyes darted around, and I began to feel nauseous with all the loud voices and swirling lights. I need to find my dad; he'll pull down the white sheet so mommy can breathe again. "I need to find my dad!" I told the woman, who didn't pause in taking me back toward the intimidating vehicle.

"You will, honey, I just need to give you a band-aid." She said in a comforting voice.

She strapped me to a board and I felt trapped. A mask was put over my mouth.

Daddy, I feel lost, but it is not fun.

The last thing I saw was the paramedic's face looming above me before everything went black.

Sad chapter to write...very sad. But it needed to be done for the sake of the plot.

Sorry it took my more than a month to update! School is getting more demanding, and I also have my fictionpress story.I was going to make this chapter longer, but I wanted to end it on that raw emotion little Edward has.

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