I walked slowly up the stairs.
Now that I had fully awakened, the hurt was starting to catch up with me. I clutched at my sides, the hole ripping through my chest.
I walked into the bathroom, and quickly took a shower, got in my holey old sweats, and brushed my teeth. Then I walked back to my room, turned out the light and crawled into bed.
I was just starting to drift off to sleep, when a scratching noise came from my window. I opened my eyes wide in alarm.
Maybe it was a burgular.
Or a kidnapper.
Or mass murderer.
Or maybe I’m just overreacting and it’s just the branch’s of a tree scraping against my window. I didn’t take any chances though; I reached under my bed and got my pepper spray.
Making sure to hold the spray tightly in my right hand so that I could spray quickly if necessary, I got up and tiptoed across the cold floor. When I got to the window, I hesitated. But then I heard scratching again, so I gathered up all my courage, and swiftly opened the curtains.
What I saw made my heart stop, and my breath go out with a whooshing sound.
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Edward.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short. I'll post more when I have the points! I wrote this a couple years back (has it really been that long...?). I never did get finished, only up to chapter 8 or so. I disappointed some people, I'm sorry! Anyway, I might decide to continue writing this again if people like it... so give me your honest opinion! Thanks
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